<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:16:18.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Knutowski Family Fun</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-2961541546454526396</id><published>2011-12-08T10:10:00.047-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T07:07:32.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 2011 Highlights</title><content type='html'>Okay, I guess I have to admit that my New Year's Resolution for 2011 of getting better at blogging wasn't successful. How the time gets away from me... Instead of a Christmas letter, I've decided to do an electronic update again. Here's to you and hoping that this year has brought you health and happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year started off as most years do… Snowy! We took some time to embrace it, though. Elijah started to hit the slopes. He is so motivated by anything outdoors and active. Sydney was a patient big sis waiting for the boys to get to the bottom of the hill (since Ron had to help/hold Elijah the whole way down) before heading up the lifts again. Elijah was very excited to finally be able to hit the slopes like his big sister.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688189035167496130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-onzZmP2zxuY/TvCBykhuN8I/AAAAAAAABeU/AR3kPkFJiSQ/s320/DSCF8137%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron and I also got to enjoy the snow, but in the mountains of Utah. It was our first real trip without the kids, thanks to Nana and Papa! It was the first time I had skied in the mountains since I was pregnant with Sydney. It wasn't nearly as easy as it had been when I was in better shape, but still a great getaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of added trips to indoor water parks helped us forget the long, cold winter, as well! A weekend away with Uncle Aaron, Katie, Auntie Kerri, Nana and Papa to the Wilderness was the perfect getaway to start spring break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683797443284739602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tp2043KhIa0/TuDnqR5CphI/AAAAAAAABds/vaI-OeV1_0c/s320/march%2Bwilderness.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tp2043KhIa0/TuDnqR5CphI/AAAAAAAABds/vaI-OeV1_0c/s1600/march%2Bwilderness.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in late March, Sydney woke me up by saying “today’s the day!” Since we had planned on going out for one last day of skiing since the hill was closing, I thought she was referring to that. However, when I asked her, I was surprised to hear her report “I’m getting my ears pierced today!” I had always told her that we could go get them done when she was ready. She said she had a dream and she knew she was ready. What a funny kid! Well, it WAS the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683797434209405202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cMsdmtTofo8/TuDnpwFUCRI/AAAAAAAABdU/kEmNJGvXWDc/s320/Mar%2Bs%2Bearrings.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As April came and the snow melted, the kids were eager to get outside. Sydney tried to help Eli learn to ride his bike, but it just brought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frustration&lt;/span&gt; for both of them. Training wheels and his scooter helped Elijah stay up to speed with his sister for a few more months. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XsViqv9z9M4/TuDnJkDBVwI/AAAAAAAABdM/I48OfUr8P6g/s1600/april%2Bs%2Bhelps%2Be.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683796881222752002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XsViqv9z9M4/TuDnJkDBVwI/AAAAAAAABdM/I48OfUr8P6g/s320/april%2Bs%2Bhelps%2Be.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring and summer brought us some great weather for hiking. Elijah always seems to have extra energy to wear off, but we usually have to really encourage Sydney to get excited about it. She’d much rather take her bike everywhere than to have to walk. Devil’s Lake is one place, though, that she’s always happy to go. I love it because it’s one of my favorites. I day of hiking (with no complaining and whining) was actually my Mother’s Day gift this year. A great day and a great gift! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688189045561133746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2eYgTuDeEOU/TvCBzLPwirI/AAAAAAAABeg/aekFJfmKWd4/s320/DSCF8295%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May also brought a new season of soccer. Sydney had played last fall, but Eli was ready to get in on the action come spring. He was one of the littlest ones out on the field, but he had a blast. He played again on teams this summer and fall and I think it’s one thing that we’ll be doing for a while with him. He just loves it!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683794494734057746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qi3hqzQNgW4/TuDk-prxwRI/AAAAAAAABZ8/pryZnRnmkpM/s320/oct%2Be%2Bsoccer.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day brought us great weather and also a great start to Sydney’s first year on swim team. Her first few weeks of practice brought some sore muscles and fears, but in no time she was able to do that 50 that brought so many tears early on. She was one of the youngest on her swim team. She had a great time, though, and she learned she &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; out there to win but to try her best and have fun! Mission accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683795779868434658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AlZ2H7Q8jUs/TuDmJdLsIOI/AAAAAAAABcA/2MopwnfvDU0/s320/july%2Bs%2Bswim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While his sister was at swim practice every morning, Eli had fun playing at the park. He did have a few helpers while waiting, but most of the friends he made knew that he’d be coming in his pajamas about 60% of the time. It really became a theme for the summer. He could be found in his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;PJ's&lt;/span&gt; playing outside, riding his bike, running around and even jumping in puddles after late afternoon rains. I was just thankful that after open swim and his swim lessons we could actually get clothes on him without a battle!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683796879566312994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0VZjsa60k4M/TuDnJd4GFiI/AAAAAAAABcw/zYeXyFksnpY/s320/june%2Be%2Bpuddles.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July was a busy month for us. Even with swim lessons, swim team, and Syd’s ‘coach pitch’ softball, we were able to get away for a trip to South Dakota. The kids weren't quite up for making the whole drive at one time, so we relaxed in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sioux&lt;/span&gt; Falls on our trip west. They have a great city park that we visited and walked around at before hitting the road again.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683796469174260642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W9NugJFVd0M/TuDmxlDAU6I/AAAAAAAABcU/rXQ1SDqGdMg/s320/s%2Br%2Bsouioux%2Bfalls.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next stop was Wall Drug before heading to Custer where we were staying for a while. The weather was actually pretty chilly while we were there, but we were able to enjoy Wind Cave as well as hiking at Custer State Park, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chuck wagon&lt;/span&gt; dinner, a train ride from Keystone to Hill City. Syd was content with learning and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experiencing&lt;/span&gt; new things, but really liked the fact that we stayed in hotels with cable channels on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;TVs&lt;/span&gt;. Eli really got into the hiking and exploring new trails.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683796471733905570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RjrHMsUYnAU/TuDmxulRaKI/AAAAAAAABcM/9tyd5rDoTgI/s320/e%2Bsouth%2Bdakota.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last day, and hottest, was a stop at Mt. Rushmore. Our running joke for the trip was Eli calling the monument "The Mans." The kids were so excited to get to see Mt. Rushmore up close, but the heat was really getting to them. It was great for them to experience, but their favorite part was the huge ice cream cones before leaving!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NAMGZke9EQw/TuDmxrk2cuI/AAAAAAAABcc/pClJiN-REks/s1600/mt%2Brushmore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683796470926832354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NAMGZke9EQw/TuDmxrk2cuI/AAAAAAAABcc/pClJiN-REks/s320/mt%2Brushmore.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After vacation, we still had a lot more summer for fun and learning. One of Sydney's great accomplishments was learning to balance and actually move forward on her in-line skates. She was so proud of herself. We ended up spending quite a bit of time perfecting her skills. I'm looking forward to her continued growth so that I have a skating partner someday! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683795773339415858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rTJ5MV_1oS0/TuDmJE3DNTI/AAAAAAAABb0/mcCVLxo2HX4/s320/july%2Bs%2Binline.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both kids love trampolines and spent a lot of time jumping this summer. Since I don't feel that we will ever have one of our own due to safety and liability issues, the kids often jump on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neighbor's&lt;/span&gt; trampoline. One night as they were playing, Ron and I were talking about how it was a long weekend and the kids should start getting washed up and ready for bed as we started to hear Sydney screaming... and then Eli screaming. As we got to them, we realized they were both bleeding. Syd was holding her mouth and Eli was holding his head. As it turned out, Eli needed stitches... again! Being that it was 7:00 on a Sunday and the kids were tired, I really didn't want to have to go to the ER, so we talked a neighbor who's a nurse into giving him &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;steri&lt;/span&gt;-strips. I guess it was too much to make it through 2011 without another facial laceration... he IS Elijah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took the kids to the Dane County Fair, and they were allowed to choose one ride. Of course Eli chose the trampolines that he could do flips on. Sydney didn't buy into his choice right away, but didn't want her little brother to be more brave than her. It was so fun to watch them jumping and flipping. It was a great choice on Elijah's part... probably one I would have chosen, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683795774727058018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9rwdx9mosxU/TuDmJKB48mI/AAAAAAAABbk/zAYPYKxcGDs/s320/july%2Bs%2Bfair%2Bjumping.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bound and determined to be like his sister and the 'big kids' in the neighborhood, Elijah worked hard on his bike without training wheels. It was funny the way he learned to do it. Similar to Sydney, he pretty much figured it out in about an hour of trying on his own. I wasn't home to see it since I was out with friends, but he was eager to show off his skills the next day.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FY1csTjWQPY/TuDmI_CGCNI/AAAAAAAABbc/2ERvdRwwzLA/s1600/july%2Be%2Bbike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683795771775125714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FY1csTjWQPY/TuDmI_CGCNI/AAAAAAAABbc/2ERvdRwwzLA/s320/july%2Be%2Bbike.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the rest is history... (and Yes... I do encourage more safety than is displayed in this picture!) Elijah's favorite riding is now 'off-road' trails. He's become such a good rider in a few short months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August brought even more fun. We took our annual girls' (+Eli) trip to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Baraboo&lt;/span&gt;/Dells area this year. The kids are always excited to spend special time with their Nana and Auntie. Elijah was so excited to go to the North Freedom train. He even got into full uniform and had his train whistle everywhere he went. I love that little-boy-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;innocence&lt;/span&gt; that I'm sure I will miss before too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683795207412789410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cfA_-oZWTEs/TuDloInoMKI/AAAAAAAABa4/eBtOKaHOdJA/s320/aug%2Be%2Btrain%2Btracks.JPG" /&gt;Another stop we made was at the Circus World Museum. We really enjoyed learning the history of the circus and watching some of the shows. I have to admit that the whole idea of circus families and performers is kind of creepy and disturbing to me, but interesting. Sydney enjoyed posing for some fun pictures throughout the day.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-62E_2araARg/TuDloTq3v7I/AAAAAAAABbQ/RmyKtnYa92Y/s1600/s%2Bcircus%2Bworld.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683795210379182002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-62E_2araARg/TuDloTq3v7I/AAAAAAAABbQ/RmyKtnYa92Y/s320/s%2Bcircus%2Bworld.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eli is often found with Benny. He just loves him so much, but it's not rare to find him pulling on Benny's ears, patting him or giving him BIG (and often rough) hugs. Benny is so tolerant and puts up with so much abuse. This summer, Eli really enjoyed dressing up. One day when he was playing by himself, he brought me one of his eye patches and asked if I could help him put it on. I went to put it on him and he said, "Not on me, on Benny!" They were just too cute to not take a picture. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YocrwGJPWfg/TuDloFal1II/AAAAAAAABbA/9tmVA7EEY88/s1600/aug%2Be%2Bben%2Bpirate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683795206552802434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YocrwGJPWfg/TuDloFal1II/AAAAAAAABbA/9tmVA7EEY88/s320/aug%2Be%2Bben%2Bpirate.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When his birthday rolled around, he was very excite to have his friends over. We had separate family parties, but then had Eli's friends over to play. Fortuneate to have a beautiful day, the party was able to be outside. It was right up his alley... a scavenger hunt, ball games and kickball. Unfortunately, Elijah was the one to get hurt at his own party. He spent about a half hour icing his mouth/tooth after colliding with one of his buddies. Luckily cookie cake and presents helped him feel better. I can't believe that he's already four. He's seeming so grown up...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TTKCN3NQC3k/TuDlY_17oRI/AAAAAAAABas/Zcx95eBr1sc/s1600/e%2Bbirthday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683794947358826770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TTKCN3NQC3k/TuDlY_17oRI/AAAAAAAABas/Zcx95eBr1sc/s320/e%2Bbirthday.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;October, though typically a busy month, is one of my favorites. I love the fun pictures, cool weather and smiles. This year was no exception the kids had fun playing in the leaves.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFgL8u97qow/TuDk_JO6_QI/AAAAAAAABag/e2y4pzVPpmA/s1600/leaves%2Boct.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683794503202962690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFgL8u97qow/TuDk_JO6_QI/AAAAAAAABag/e2y4pzVPpmA/s320/leaves%2Boct.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting the pumpkin farm is always a favorite activity for the kids. They love the jumping pillow, pig races, climbing structures, train, corn boxes, hay ride, etc... This year, we also did the small corn maze. The kids had so much fun running around. We didn't have time for the big one since it was too late, but it's going to be a goal for next year.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tq_woIah4gk/TuDk-8pIm6I/AAAAAAAABaQ/DEEys4OCZbE/s1600/syd%2Bcorn%2Bmaze.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683794499823246242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tq_woIah4gk/TuDk-8pIm6I/AAAAAAAABaQ/DEEys4OCZbE/s320/syd%2Bcorn%2Bmaze.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting pumpkins and visiting our local pumpkin patch is another tradition. We find our pumpkins in the field, but we always have to run and play more. I just love the the large pumpkin piles for the annual picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JTjpk843Exg/TuDk-mnse5I/AAAAAAAABaE/2p870bsw6jg/s1600/pumpkins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683794493911628690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JTjpk843Exg/TuDk-mnse5I/AAAAAAAABaE/2p870bsw6jg/s320/pumpkins.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;October ended up being a rough month for Nana. Following her September cancer diagnosis, she spent most of the month laid up after surgery. The kids loved having some time to cuddle with her and watch movies while she was healing, but we were happy to have a decent Halloween weekend to go to the petting zoo for pony rides. It was also a great day of trick-or-treating with her in West Bend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u9VDqnDge10/TvCETN5UuVI/AAAAAAAABes/horrAXrJ7dQ/s1600/DSC_0793%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688191795051411794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u9VDqnDge10/TvCETN5UuVI/AAAAAAAABes/horrAXrJ7dQ/s320/DSC_0793%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;November brought our first snow fall of the season. What the weather man predicted for a few flurries ended up being more than that in Cross Plains. The kids always have a blast with fresh snow and it was so wet that we were definitely able to pack it.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Q6mZ75Xr3Y/TuDkc5soBqI/AAAAAAAABZw/zoQsgBu5rGk/s1600/nov%2Bsnow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683793914917029538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Q6mZ75Xr3Y/TuDkc5soBqI/AAAAAAAABZw/zoQsgBu5rGk/s320/nov%2Bsnow.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, we were one of the few areas to get snow. This was fortunate for those still doing bike races. The following week, we went to watch Ron's race in Cambridge. It was just far enough east that they didn't get the snow. I wasn't complaining, though. We were able to enjoy a great day outside with only minimal mud. Benny was taking a minute to relax (since he was tied up) and Eli had to stop to take a moment to cuddle with him and convince me he shouldn't be tied up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VSfiRXWHWIE/TuDkcBSthoI/AAAAAAAABZo/3AlElJXVxBM/s1600/Nov%2Be%2Bben%2Bbike%2Brace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683793899775952514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VSfiRXWHWIE/TuDkcBSthoI/AAAAAAAABZo/3AlElJXVxBM/s320/Nov%2Be%2Bben%2Bbike%2Brace.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;November was an exciting month for Sydney. She had her first piano recital. She played two songs, but her favorite was Yankee Doodle, since it was a familiar tune. It was a great day and we were so excited. She has a great piano teacher and LOVES to learn from her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683793900620801330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rKZMi1LSq98/TuDkcEcI5TI/AAAAAAAABZM/QPg99BPyKy8/s320/nov%2Bs%2Bpiano%2Brec.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other November excitement was her birthday. When Sydney gets an idea in her mind, she wants it just right. She chose her 'kid' party to be at MadTown Twisters, but only with me convincing her that I couldn't handle a group of kids at Chuck E. Cheese! The compromise was that for her actual birthday she could choose it for her birthday if she wanted. So, her agenda was to stop at a new park in Middleton and then head to dinner with two close friends. She was very happy to have experienced the ticket blaster... the whole reason for her choice location. I am proud that she's so independent and determined at the young age of seven...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683793902179950242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8lv5sY8KlsQ/TuDkcKP3nqI/AAAAAAAABZU/XE8KeM-y054/s320/nov%2Bs%2Bbirthday.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Elijah was excited to be 'grown up' too. He started to attend his first preschool. Like Sydney did at his age, he was able to take advantage of the preschool put on by the high school child development classes. He acted nervous at times, but he was so excited to go and explore new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BrzSFNu2ukM/TvCG870mGdI/AAAAAAAABe4/WkdcX1ksX5g/s1600/DSCN0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688194710777502162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BrzSFNu2ukM/TvCG870mGdI/AAAAAAAABe4/WkdcX1ksX5g/s320/DSCN0906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2011 was a great year with some great memories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-2961541546454526396?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/2961541546454526396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=2961541546454526396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/2961541546454526396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/2961541546454526396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2011/12/year-2011-highlights.html' title='Year 2011 Highlights'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-onzZmP2zxuY/TvCBykhuN8I/AAAAAAAABeU/AR3kPkFJiSQ/s72-c/DSCF8137%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-5908818816399202114</id><published>2011-01-27T21:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T22:21:02.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime Routines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We've struggled with bedtime for some time. The kids had gotten into a habit of wanting us to read books in their beds and then lay with them until they fell asleep. However, most of the time I was also falling asleep, so I decided that whole cycle needed to end if I were to have any time to myself. We started a timer system so that they can lay with one of us for five minutes, but then they need to go to sleep. So, tonight, I put the kids to bed and went to do some laundry and then relax. I heard Elijah's door open, but he never came down the hall or into the living room so I figured he went back to bed. About an hour later, I went to put some laundry away and this is what I found...IN MY BED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567077356546752690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TUI7XDIXALI/AAAAAAAABYc/eSFv0ZnjdGE/s320/funny%2Bboys.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two can often be found together, but this was a first! At least Sydney was sleeping soundly in her own bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-5908818816399202114?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/5908818816399202114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=5908818816399202114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/5908818816399202114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/5908818816399202114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2011/01/bedtime-routines.html' title='Bedtime Routines'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TUI7XDIXALI/AAAAAAAABYc/eSFv0ZnjdGE/s72-c/funny%2Bboys.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-8965209913778568097</id><published>2011-01-03T22:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T22:12:56.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Discussion about God...</title><content type='html'>On the way home tonight, the kids got talking in the car. Eli said he didn't want anyone to die, then the discussion went the route of babies and old people! Sydney (being the expert on everything!) decided she needed to explain it all to her little brother. This is how the conversation went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Well, not everyone can live forever or there wouldn't be enough room.&lt;br /&gt;E: Yeah they can!&lt;br /&gt;S: No, God is in charge and he kills people so that new angels can turn into babies.&lt;br /&gt;E: No!&lt;br /&gt;S: Yes, you don't even know, Eli!&lt;br /&gt;E: Well if God comes to kill me, I will get out my sword and punch him in the face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and that's where I decided to step in with a little more of a lighter tone! Yet another reason we need to keep taking the kids to church :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-8965209913778568097?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/8965209913778568097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=8965209913778568097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/8965209913778568097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/8965209913778568097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2011/01/discussion-about-god.html' title='Discussion about God...'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-5973176566746056392</id><published>2011-01-01T21:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T22:13:36.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1.1.11</title><content type='html'>A new year! It's hard to believe that 2010 has already come and past! We contemplated what we should do for New Year's Eve this year, but decided we'd go with the 'kid-friendly' activities downtown. The weather was warm (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;) but foggy and damp, so we thought some inside things would be fun! The kids really got a kick out of the air brush &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tattoos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TUI-UzowE-I/AAAAAAAABYk/e7pi_DoBn-g/s1600/DSC_0212%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 166px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567080616562791394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TUI-UzowE-I/AAAAAAAABYk/e7pi_DoBn-g/s320/DSC_0212%2B%25283%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TUI-VJCCRdI/AAAAAAAABYs/3bwITXt_A4c/s1600/DSC_0216%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567080622305986002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TUI-VJCCRdI/AAAAAAAABYs/3bwITXt_A4c/s320/DSC_0216%2B%25283%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were lucky enough to also do a coloring sheet, get pictures in a photo booth, ride a trolley, see juggling and magic acts, fly paper airplanes and jump in bounce houses. There was even a small train ride to make Eli's day. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567081129637363522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TUI-yq_Qv0I/AAAAAAAABY0/EjxilJ5ra4E/s320/DSC_0219%2B%25283%2529.JPG" /&gt;It ended up being a great 'night out' for all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-5973176566746056392?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/5973176566746056392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=5973176566746056392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/5973176566746056392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/5973176566746056392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2011/01/1111.html' title='1.1.11'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TUI-UzowE-I/AAAAAAAABYk/e7pi_DoBn-g/s72-c/DSC_0212%2B%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-3082062594134567263</id><published>2010-12-25T22:44:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T23:23:01.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRbPS5D9YbI/AAAAAAAABYA/SZFiYdNxNrg/s1600/DSC_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554855113870107058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRbPS5D9YbI/AAAAAAAABYA/SZFiYdNxNrg/s320/DSC_0170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRbO7sbfYMI/AAAAAAAABX4/mR0HU3dyrBE/s1600/DSC_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554854715342151874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRbO7sbfYMI/AAAAAAAABX4/mR0HU3dyrBE/s320/DSC_0167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRbO7R0DnQI/AAAAAAAABXw/ZVaNc85BZTg/s1600/DSC_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554854708197432578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRbO7R0DnQI/AAAAAAAABXw/ZVaNc85BZTg/s320/DSC_0158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the joys of Christmas, Sydney and Elijah are still my greatest. We had the typical Christmas morning. Sydney had to run and check for Santa's presents then come back to our room to make the announcement. Even though Eli had already been awake and cuddling in our bed, he got up and ran to follow his sister. The cookies were eaten, the reindeer drank their beer and the presents were left. This year, we also had the luck of fresh snow and sleigh tracks on the deck! Overall, it was great but a few things that stand out in my mind from today were conversations. When eating breakfast, I said it was almost time to get ready for church. Elijah asked Ron if he was going with (he doesn't always join us!) and then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;proceeded&lt;/span&gt; to tell him what he would need to do in church. "Dad, you walk up to see God and he gives you food!" Boy, oh, boy!!! We've had a couple talks about priests and communion today! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRbPuF0Df_I/AAAAAAAABYI/MvFx7ZGDmIk/s1600/DSC_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554855581149528050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRbPuF0Df_I/AAAAAAAABYI/MvFx7ZGDmIk/s320/DSC_0169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sydney's 'quotes of the day' all revolved around her American Girl doll that Santa brought. "The elves must really know me. They put her hair just like mine." "Santa even knows I have blue eyes and made Kit's just like mine!" and then when getting ready to go to bed after telling me all day "My doll looks just like me!" Sydney said, "I smile every time I look at my doll because she's just SO pretty!" I'm not sure how far I should read into that... is Syd being conceited or does she just really like her doll? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRbP9TCjMyI/AAAAAAAABYQ/1PPGbzthI20/s1600/DSC_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554855842398024482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRbP9TCjMyI/AAAAAAAABYQ/1PPGbzthI20/s320/DSC_0140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a GREAT Christmas! We spent last night with family at our house. Today entailed presents, breakfast, church, cookies, sledding, packing, lunch, traveling (with kids napping) and relaxing at Nana and Papa's house. More celebrating tomorrow with my uncle and later Aaron and Kate! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-3082062594134567263?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/3082062594134567263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=3082062594134567263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/3082062594134567263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/3082062594134567263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-quotes.html' title='Christmas Quotes'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRbPS5D9YbI/AAAAAAAABYA/SZFiYdNxNrg/s72-c/DSC_0170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-7114600234789004079</id><published>2010-12-14T14:41:00.090-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T22:46:37.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Letter</title><content type='html'>For the past several years, I've written letters to go with our Christmas cards. This year, I decided to save time and skip it. I tried to convince myself that not much had changed this year from the past years. We tend to do the 'normal' routine things every year. I've gotten out of the habit of making posts to the blog, so to review our year, I went to the computer to look over pictures from the year. Feeling guilty and realizing there have been quite a few changes and updates I could make, I've decided to do a blog post option for our Christmas letter! Enjoy the quick update from our year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve... Ringing in 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ3y6cenuUI/AAAAAAAABPY/XCo0j0NUGV4/s1600/DSC_0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 171px; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552361001508649282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ3y6cenuUI/AAAAAAAABPY/XCo0j0NUGV4/s320/DSC_0764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ3y596Kw-I/AAAAAAAABPQ/NJfv_xzjr6c/s1600/DSC_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552360993302692834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ3y596Kw-I/AAAAAAAABPQ/NJfv_xzjr6c/s320/DSC_0747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rang in the new year with some friends and the kids had a blast staying up until midnight. The girls walked down the street with their 'noise makers' to celebrate. Elijah opted to stay in the house where it was warm. (Of course he started the year out full of scrapes and bruises!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ69pt6cZII/AAAAAAAABW4/6NP38m-orgs/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 174px; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552583914991412354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ69pt6cZII/AAAAAAAABW4/6NP38m-orgs/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ34_-A6SnI/AAAAAAAABRY/SsvLLlzzdjs/s1600/DSC_1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552367693479955058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ34_-A6SnI/AAAAAAAABRY/SsvLLlzzdjs/s320/DSC_1014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney started 2010 as a very social five year old. She developed some great friends at St. Peters while attending the 4K program and enjoyed her first school dance in February. It was a Hawaiian theme and she had a blast. Sydney was also involved with gymnastics in winter to keep her 'moving.' She LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter weekends were often filled with time at the ski hill. Sydney and Ron spent many days and nights practicing and perfecting her beginning ski skills. She was so excited to have a night of skiing with Mom as we took advantage of friends and family night in February. It's so great to be able to ski with her without being completely worried! Syd has gotten more confident and will go over some of the rolling bumps and small box jumps, being SO proud of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney is definitely known for being social, but she's always been fairly dominant in most situations which can affect how things go. The night she was born, the nurses told us she was a "spirited one" and she still lives up to that title. Syd can often be found picking arguments with her brother or trying to control him. In March, however, we caught her on camera a couple of times being the kind and helpful big sister that Eli has come to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ3y6hKudgI/AAAAAAAABPg/PgfzOYzzUyw/s1600/DSC_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552361002767382018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ3y6hKudgI/AAAAAAAABPg/PgfzOYzzUyw/s320/DSC_0286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ3y67P3uWI/AAAAAAAABPo/fl3QfLwm4eQ/s1600/DSC_1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552361009768282466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ3y67P3uWI/AAAAAAAABPo/fl3QfLwm4eQ/s320/DSC_1034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the sibling duo at the zoo and again heading to the domes, looking pretty sweet! Sydney's intentions at the zoo were to comfort Elijah, and herself, after a very loud peacock &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;squawked&lt;/span&gt; at us when we got too close. I love the way her nerves bring out such kindness and compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552366215163878514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ33p625HHI/AAAAAAAABRI/S8ebk0ghuJE/s320/DSC_0365.JPG" /&gt;Other times Syd can be super sweet are when she is around chicks, kittens or other baby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuddlies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! This spring, I managed to find some little friends to bring a smile to her face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April was the month of the Tooth Fairy! Sydney lost two teeth on the thirteenth of the month. We joked because she looked like a jack-o-lantern. Her crooked look only lasted three days before her other top tooth also came out. I wasn't home to experience her losing that third tooth, but it was so great getting a voicemail from Syd while I was out of town explaining the whole thing. Between golden dollar coins and quarters, Sydney became rich in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ31El4AMnI/AAAAAAAABQA/MteoiI4DOJ4/s1600/DSC_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552363374852977266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ31El4AMnI/AAAAAAAABQA/MteoiI4DOJ4/s320/DSC_0472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ31E0U1p9I/AAAAAAAABQI/Hq2LDfMu1gI/s1600/DSCF7587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 174px; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552363378732017618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ31E0U1p9I/AAAAAAAABQI/Hq2LDfMu1gI/s320/DSCF7587.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney's more 'grown up' phone conversations and messages have been a highlight for me this year. She is beginning to dial the phone to call friends (when I tell her the number) and has even been known to leave me messages on my cell and work phones to give me 'reminders' when she wants something. I think the thing that makes her calls so special is the "I love you, Mommy! Bye!" that usually comes at the end. I hope she never out grows that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6tP0WCu8I/AAAAAAAABVo/NNA_i8nGQo4/s1600/P1000790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552565877855140802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6tP0WCu8I/AAAAAAAABVo/NNA_i8nGQo4/s320/P1000790.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In May, Sydney was excited to celebrate her half-birthday. Turning 5 1/2 was almost just as exciting as any other birthday. Syd just loves any reason for getting attention, cake, and presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6XWb7iBOI/AAAAAAAABUw/6ACBopFYp_E/s1600/DSC_0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552541802304767202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6XWb7iBOI/AAAAAAAABUw/6ACBopFYp_E/s320/DSC_0817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was also excited to ride on her first float in the Memorial Day parade. She's always been pretty independent and like other times, she wanted to do this on her own. Ron, Eli and I enjoyed watching her curbside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4DgRedlCI/AAAAAAAABSI/fHN2dW31Kz8/s1600/DSC_0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552379243576267810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4DgRedlCI/AAAAAAAABSI/fHN2dW31Kz8/s320/DSC_0855.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;June was a happy time for Sydney as she finished her year in 4K. She was really looking forward to moving on to kindergarten, but I think knowing it was summer vacation helped the 'goodbyes.' She really loved her experience at 4K and often talks about her teachers and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syd loves June for the 'Breakfast on the Farm' visits. Though she likes many aspects, she's always got her eyes open for kittens. I think her strong personality and determination help her out in these situations. She always manages to get in to scoop up the little critters before anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ32hq00lJI/AAAAAAAABQg/LKhr7aObm7A/s1600/DSC_0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 164px; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552364973909644434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ32hq00lJI/AAAAAAAABQg/LKhr7aObm7A/s320/DSC_0896.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ32iCvgqlI/AAAAAAAABQo/k82N89OKCTc/s1600/DSC_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552364980329818706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ32iCvgqlI/AAAAAAAABQo/k82N89OKCTc/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 'not so cuddly' companion also brought some fun in June. We went camping at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Herrington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Beach as our annual 'girls trip' with Nana and Kerri. Uncle Bruce was so excited to take Sydney and Elijah fishing at the quarry, but Sydney was just as excited to go and have the only catch of the day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4KEE697nI/AAAAAAAABTw/9z-3eYuUNiI/s1600/DSC_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552386455751224946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4KEE697nI/AAAAAAAABTw/9z-3eYuUNiI/s320/DSC_0261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another camping trip we went on as a family was to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Claire in July. Sydney was excited to be in her first bike race. Though they are pretty informal, the kids' races are well attended. This particular race was fun for Syd as it went into the woods for a small section of single track trail. Sydney had practiced and knew she needed to get out front in the beginning. That competitive nature got her out there and she ended up finishing in second place for the 5 year old category. She was very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July was also a busy one for us during the week. Sydney was involved in swimming, ballet and tee ball. I think she really liked all of the activities, especially seeing Brenda and all of her friends on a daily basis. I'm not sure how many times I was asked if she could go to Brenda's for the afternoon... So much for being excited that Mom has off in summer to spend time with! I think it's great, though, that the kids are so comfortable with Brenda. It makes going to work much easier, knowing they are in great hands while we aren't there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4HMIYqKjI/AAAAAAAABTA/veuhFHo8MCw/s1600/DSC_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552383295585135154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4HMIYqKjI/AAAAAAAABTA/veuhFHo8MCw/s320/DSC_0393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4HM-Uvf_I/AAAAAAAABTI/335FVZeLHhI/s1600/DSC_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552383310064222194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4HM-Uvf_I/AAAAAAAABTI/335FVZeLHhI/s320/DSC_0431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4KE1dS9gI/AAAAAAAABUA/p6G-wQIy1FE/s1600/DSC_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552386468780111362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4KE1dS9gI/AAAAAAAABUA/p6G-wQIy1FE/s320/DSC_0343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;August brought rec soccer, our family vacation, bike races, and a night away to the Kalahari, but the little things are still just as fun for Sydney. We visited the Mount &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Horeb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Fire &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Department&lt;/span&gt; to take a ride in the fire truck, but Syd liked it all. Dressing as a fire fighter and the water fights were her favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of summer still brought smiles this year. Sydney was SO excited to start kindergarten. She nearly missed her open house since she was sick, but got healthy on time for her first day. I was happy that I was able to go to work a little late and see her get on the bus for the first day. I know many parents that have had a hard time sending their little ones on that first day, but Sydney was so excited, comfortable and confident that it made the transition so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6YP1pLXMI/AAAAAAAABVI/TzHLf2_B9yQ/s1600/DSC_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552542788459650242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6YP1pLXMI/AAAAAAAABVI/TzHLf2_B9yQ/s320/DSC_0377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6YQdibm1I/AAAAAAAABVQ/3h_IJ7aCHvM/s1600/DSC_8142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552542799168772946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6YQdibm1I/AAAAAAAABVQ/3h_IJ7aCHvM/s320/DSC_8142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in September, Syd started playing soccer club soccer. I think it was mostly due to her size and strength, but she was a pretty dominant player on her team. There wasn't a week that she didn't score at least one goal, but I hope her ball skills continue to progress and she enjoys it as much in spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6tPbvDfnI/AAAAAAAABVY/pmuB6dxOqZo/s1600/DSC_8338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552565871249161842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6tPbvDfnI/AAAAAAAABVY/pmuB6dxOqZo/s320/DSC_8338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To end the month, we finally got out to go horseback riding. Sydney had been asking to go for some time and it finally happened. Sydney was able to ride her own horse and she couldn't have been happier. She's already looking forward to going again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6tPmxjgAI/AAAAAAAABVg/3Bt3qZxvLAw/s1600/DSCN0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552565874212438018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6tPmxjgAI/AAAAAAAABVg/3Bt3qZxvLAw/s320/DSCN0148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is always a fun month and Sydney looks forward to the festivities. This year was no different. The weather was great and we enjoyed visiting several different pumpkin patches. I was happy to be able to have a day off of work to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chaperon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Syd's field trip to the pumpkin patch. It was great to put faces with the friends names she had been talking about, but it was even better to spend the day with her. Sydney's favorite part was holding the kittens, but she was also pretty proud of her pumpkin. The rule was that the students had to carry their own pumpkin. She had to make sure she found one bigger than her friends... go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4IY-FKXUI/AAAAAAAABTQ/PUbTImLD2wY/s1600/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552384615668931906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4IY-FKXUI/AAAAAAAABTQ/PUbTImLD2wY/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;November ...The month Syd waits for every year. Her 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday was a special one since we decided to have a party outside of the house. Birthday treats at school, dinner at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pedros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a special breakfast, gifts and then off to her gymnastics party. I think the thing Sydney liked best was having the days all about her. She was the 'leader of the pack' through the obstacle course and the true center of attention. She loved every minute. The party continued through the week with a circus themed party at Nana and Papa's for Thanksgiving and a visit with Grandma and Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month, Sydney and I went to see the Nutcracker. We had also gone to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt; ballet in February and Sydney's decided watching ballet isn't for her. She wants everyone to talk. After each piece, she'd say "more dancing and no talking." It was fun to have some 'girl time' either way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to believe that Syd is already SIX. It seems like just yesterday that she was that little girl... refusing bottles, starting to walk and talk, throwing temper tantrums (well, I guess that still happens), playing with her babies and pretending to nurse them, and loving everything Princess. I know she still has a lot of growing to do, but it's hard as she seems so grown up some days. I love her sweetness, smiles, random "I love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;you's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" throughout the day and I look forward to many more happy memories with my baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elijah and Sydney have such different personalities that I sometimes wonder how they became so different. Eli does have attitude and we've definitely experienced our share of 'terrible twos' this year, but he's so much more easygoing than Sydney ever was. He's picked up some bad habits of getting mad and saying "Not me like you anymore" and he's been known to say that he's going to fight the police with his pirate suit and swords, but inside he's got such a kind heart. He usually wants to please and is quick to correct his wrong-doings. I don't think I could count the times I've heard a crash which was immediately followed by "Sorry Mom!," "I love you, Mommy," "Not me want you to die!" and "Me is smiling" when I'm trying to take his picture. (he's missing quite a few speech sounds and often mixes up his pronouns!) Getting 'great' pictures of Elijah looking and smiling is very difficult, so many of his shots are 'serious' looks in which he usually has some bump, bruise or scratch that he got from running and jumping off of something! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552366191338442610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ33oiGdz3I/AAAAAAAABQw/UzpjH4OOXKE/s320/DSC_0823.JPG" /&gt;He is a daredevil on land, but VERY hesitant in the water. We signed him up for swim lessons this year thinking that it would increase his confidence. The plan didn't work! He spent several lessons clinging to the teacher and crying or yelling for "Mommy" repeatedly throughout his whole lesson. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ33pGy2b1I/AAAAAAAABQ4/RZ4yNrVu0JM/s1600/DSC_0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552366201188282194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ33pGy2b1I/AAAAAAAABQ4/RZ4yNrVu0JM/s320/DSC_0893.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One place he is definitely confident is in the kitchen. He really wants cook and even likes to help clean. This was Elijah on my birthday. He was busy making me a cake (notice all the sprinkles going into the bowl). He has such a sweet tooth and would eat junk for every meal if we let him. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRH4X8cSBtI/AAAAAAAABXA/yJhidohcdRs/s1600/DSC_0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553492905769961170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRH4X8cSBtI/AAAAAAAABXA/yJhidohcdRs/s320/DSC_0878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's often in the freezer looking for french toast sticks, toaster strudels and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;popsicles&lt;/span&gt;. One morning when we were up early, he decided he wanted to make breakfast. Eli said he wanted to do it alone, so I waited in the living room while I heard some clinking and clanging in the cupboards. After about ten minutes, he asked for help. I found him standing on the counter emptying the dishwasher. It was sweet, but the only problem was that all the dishes were dirty. :) The other day, he came to me. "Mommy, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hungy&lt;/span&gt;!" and when asked what he'd like, I get the response "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pobaby&lt;/span&gt; candy!"&lt;br /&gt;How can I not laugh?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4IZRaD1pI/AAAAAAAABTg/E7eJPvoGgCM/s1600/DSC_1055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552384620856858258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4IZRaD1pI/AAAAAAAABTg/E7eJPvoGgCM/s320/DSC_1055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trains are still one thing that he loves more than most of his other toys. In March, we went to the domes in Milwaukee to see the model train display. Elijah ran back and forth chasing certain trains and then waiting for others to come. It was so fun to see. Later that evening was less fun. We had been at Lisa's house about five minutes when Elijah started crying. When I found him with blood dripping down his face, I knew it was time for more stitches. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552366205202837394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ33pVv_r5I/AAAAAAAABRA/nzv_bbkfrD8/s320/DSC_0079.JPG" /&gt;A quick trip to the emergency room to get patched up and then he was ready for more running and playing at Jeff's birthday party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were lucky to have some very mild weather this spring. The kids were able to have water balloon fights on April 1... no fooling! We were lucky enough to have many more warm days and a lot of outside time this spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ30yRjyy0I/AAAAAAAABP4/1UXv0fV_4LA/s1600/DSC_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552363060161858370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ30yRjyy0I/AAAAAAAABP4/1UXv0fV_4LA/s320/DSC_0321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ3y7U_P2fI/AAAAAAAABPw/EpIOPaxO1C0/s1600/DSC_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552361016677882354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ3y7U_P2fI/AAAAAAAABPw/EpIOPaxO1C0/s320/DSC_0443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elijah has become independent in dressing this year, too. Along with potty training, came a desire to do it all on his own. Eli has been known to go without underwear and say "I go 'mando' today!" Unfortunately, without diapers and underwear, many of his pants were too big and he was often found showing off his bum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6vxxfJbkI/AAAAAAAABV4/Z_uZ3_4APTk/s1600/DSC_0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 208px; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552568660226829890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6vxxfJbkI/AAAAAAAABV4/Z_uZ3_4APTk/s320/DSC_0795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6vxiTxZ8I/AAAAAAAABVw/ycD7alh2no8/s1600/DSC_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552568656152586178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6vxiTxZ8I/AAAAAAAABVw/ycD7alh2no8/s320/DSC_0701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some nice smiles we got in May. It's just unfortunate that when I actually manage to get a nice picture of Eli, he's got scratches or scabs all over his face. In this instance, he even had a snake on his face! After a day at the Brewer game, he was excited to climb and play before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6ytIVsZuI/AAAAAAAABWY/PNKPzb4tpGI/s1600/DSC_0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552571878996731618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6ytIVsZuI/AAAAAAAABWY/PNKPzb4tpGI/s320/DSC_0582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elijah can be so precious when he's actually smiling. The only problem is that sometimes when he does have such cute smiles he's getting into trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4IZisCfWI/AAAAAAAABTo/3hfrV7ywRto/s1600/DSC_0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552384625495670114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4IZisCfWI/AAAAAAAABTo/3hfrV7ywRto/s320/DSC_0920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eli started the year out with a fear of owls. He'd be afraid to go out for walks at night because he was scared the owls would get him. He then convinced himself that baby owls are nice and developed a facination for them. He even picked out an owl from Build-A-Bear who he named "Fluffy!" On our way to Ron's niece's wedding in June, we stopped at a state park. Eli found this owl in the nature center. He looked just like Fluffy and needed to have his picture with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6vydpazXI/AAAAAAAABWA/w4PJaR38-nI/s1600/DSC_0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552568672081071474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6vydpazXI/AAAAAAAABWA/w4PJaR38-nI/s320/DSC_0862.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah had a lot of fun going to the different 'breakfasts on the farm' this summer and really got into the different activities. The bucket train in Washington County was his favorite, but the corn boxes, ice cream, milk bottle bowling, and cows were right up there. Here is Eli bowling. Notice the outfit... it was another one of those days where he dressed himself. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6xaRpGbWI/AAAAAAAABWI/JK4WPeigCvU/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552570455564905826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6xaRpGbWI/AAAAAAAABWI/JK4WPeigCvU/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rides at Bay Beach, fairs and festivals became a love/hate thing for Eli this summer, similar to water rides. He wanted to go on the rides, but would then get nervous and start to cry. The one ride that he really loved was the train, of course. At least Elijah was patient with Sydney going on rides, and hung out, watching, as she rode!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4IZJvj8oI/AAAAAAAABTY/Zk2eUR50W_s/s1600/DSC_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552384618799559298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4IZJvj8oI/AAAAAAAABTY/Zk2eUR50W_s/s320/DSC_0128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas in July was a hit for Elijah. Water balloons, presents, and endless amounts of finger jello. What more could a little boy ask for? Eli loved the gift he got. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4KEkKFTlI/AAAAAAAABT4/DZHsQzyqALE/s1600/DSC_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4KEkKFTlI/AAAAAAAABT4/DZHsQzyqALE/s1600/DSC_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552386464136121938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4KEkKFTlI/AAAAAAAABT4/DZHsQzyqALE/s320/DSC_0233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another adventure in July was to Eau Claire. We visited the children's museum. Elijah liked a lot of the different areas, but really got into the cooking in the kitchen. Making muffins, pizzas and sandwiches were his favorites. He does look like a natural!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6yt7FyiII/AAAAAAAABWg/ge22E-VqM60/s1600/DSC_8097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552571892620232834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6yt7FyiII/AAAAAAAABWg/ge22E-VqM60/s320/DSC_8097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4KFbNUB_I/AAAAAAAABUI/9i03OxJn0zI/s1600/DSC_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4KFbNUB_I/AAAAAAAABUI/9i03OxJn0zI/s1600/DSC_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552386478913619954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4KFbNUB_I/AAAAAAAABUI/9i03OxJn0zI/s320/DSC_0366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both July and August brought more swim lessons... and more tears. I felt so bad for his swim teachers, but by the last week Elijah actually jumped into the pool a few times. It was mostly as a result of bribery. We told him if he could jump in the water three times, he could be done with his lessons. Eli was more comfortable when he was at the pool with me, but still not the daring swimmer his sister was at two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he learned to like the pool, he wasn't a fan of lakes. I think it was the seaweed. He'd much rather play on the beach than go in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6ys6YLEOI/AAAAAAAABWQ/crQOplf0SFQ/s1600/DSC_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552571875249033442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6ys6YLEOI/AAAAAAAABWQ/crQOplf0SFQ/s320/DSC_0495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning home from our family vacation in August, we took another small excursion to the Illinois Railway Museum for a Day Away with Thomas. We kept it a secret until right before we got there. Elijah just loved all of the trains and taking ride on his favorite pal! Of all the toys he has, his trains are still his favorites, especially Thomas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4HL8Gg1uI/AAAAAAAABS4/uYxhQuxJ-qA/s1600/DSC_8248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552383292287801058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4HL8Gg1uI/AAAAAAAABS4/uYxhQuxJ-qA/s320/DSC_8248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elijah turned three in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRa004vZ3BI/AAAAAAAABXI/r6IcuUTJEXI/s1600/DSC_8280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554826011085495314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRa004vZ3BI/AAAAAAAABXI/r6IcuUTJEXI/s320/DSC_8280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Auntie Kerri made a Buzz cake for him. Even though he's not smiling (big surprise!) he was very happy to have a weekend surrounded by friends and family to celebrate his big day. Of course the frosting was a hit! Since it was his birthday, he decided it was his job to lick the frosting letters off the serving baord once everyone got their cake. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of his gifts for his birthday was another trip to Build-A-Bear. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6yuRBfaoI/AAAAAAAABWo/JR9so2xRucU/s1600/DSC_8317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552571898507782786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ6yuRBfaoI/AAAAAAAABWo/JR9so2xRucU/s320/DSC_8317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This time, Buzzy Bee was the bear he chose. Elijah always comes up with his own names for his "friends" and they always have to surround him while he sleeps. He rarely uses covers when he sleeps, but he always has pillows and friends. This night, Eli was sleeping with Lucien, Buzzy, Brownie and Monkey George! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRa3xCIUnBI/AAAAAAAABXQ/-uLpxBNvDiE/s1600/DSC_8529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554829243421334546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRa3xCIUnBI/AAAAAAAABXQ/-uLpxBNvDiE/s320/DSC_8529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRa3xuYHq_I/AAAAAAAABXY/u9FQTk0RnMc/s1600/DSCN0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554829255298755570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRa3xuYHq_I/AAAAAAAABXY/u9FQTk0RnMc/s320/DSCN0133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love fall and I feel like I make my kids like it, too, but it's easy for Eli. He loves being outside and being active. He loves any new experiences and really got into all of the corn mazes, pumpkin patches and fall festivals that we went to this year. Even raking leaves for Papa after his surgery was fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRa4X0N4AmI/AAAAAAAABXg/ASf_WeF2vF0/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554829909701427810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRa4X0N4AmI/AAAAAAAABXg/ASf_WeF2vF0/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Benny loves to cuddle when the temperature drops outside. This year, he's been doing a lot of sleeping on Elijah's bed. I think they both like the company. Eli loves his dog so much and will often be found dragging Benny around the house or playing 'campsite' with him. I even caught him playing farm with him last week. Benny was the cow and Elijah was the farmer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRa4YEBa9XI/AAAAAAAABXo/vjvvZbSDVro/s1600/DSC_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554829913944159602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TRa4YEBa9XI/AAAAAAAABXo/vjvvZbSDVro/s320/DSC_0215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though it was Syd's birthday, I think Eli had just as much fun at the parties. Here he is posing with Toby at Nana and Papa's house, but he's already talking about having his 'obstacle course gymnastics party' for his "other birthday." Sometimes I'm not sure if what he says is really what he thinks or means, but I'm not sure he realizes how long a year is before his "other birthday!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elijah still seems like my baby in many ways even though he's THREE! I'm not sure if it's his smaller size or just his different personality, but it's hard to think how fast he's growing. He's 'all boy' in the way he likes to talk about body parts and bodily functions, but I love that about him. His giggle is so contagious and I can't resist tickling him every night just to hear him laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As a family, this year was a monumental one for all of us. I planned a trip to Disney World in August and it was the first time for each of us. Sydney had often talked about wanting to go because she had friends that have told her about it, but Ron wasn't really sold on the idea. In April, I was running the Crazy Legs race in Madison with my neighbor. We got talking about Disney and how fun and magical it is for little kids. It was then that I decided we had to make the trip. Sydney has started to outgrow some of her 'princess' stuff, so I wanted to make the trip before she was too old. It was the best decision I made all year! We enjoyed Magic Kingdom, Animal Kingdom, Hollywood Studios and Epcot for seven days while we stayed on resort. Yes, I would say that going in August was HOT, but it was still a great trip. After our trip, I created a book on Shutterfly. I will try to post it to blogger to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my other favorite family shots from 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4FyIFOaGI/AAAAAAAABSY/U4uAA-8bPG4/s1600/IMG_1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552381749315397730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4FyIFOaGI/AAAAAAAABSY/U4uAA-8bPG4/s320/IMG_1589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; April. I stood up in a friends wedding. Sydney enjoyed dressing up, but now wants to be a flower girl! (I told her to ask Uncle Aaron!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552387879839613282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4LW-EGQWI/AAAAAAAABUg/pbNYFb8L4Kw/s320/DSC_0473.JPG" /&gt; August. Hiking at Governor Dodge State Park. After some time at the beach. We had to hike down to the waterfall before leaving. The kids loved it, but I think Benny loved it more! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4FynfjeEI/AAAAAAAABSg/KOLQjK3JX_E/s1600/DSC_8566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 263px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552381757747329090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4FynfjeEI/AAAAAAAABSg/KOLQjK3JX_E/s320/DSC_8566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; October!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pumpkin Patch on a very warm day. It was GREAT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4FzMqL-nI/AAAAAAAABSo/9aCTTY8lJFU/s1600/DSCN0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552381767724038770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4FzMqL-nI/AAAAAAAABSo/9aCTTY8lJFU/s320/DSCN0213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A visit to the Capitol on a perfect fall day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4LXBRuf8I/AAAAAAAABUo/t6kQXt9jDA4/s1600/DSCN0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552387880702083010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4LXBRuf8I/AAAAAAAABUo/t6kQXt9jDA4/s320/DSCN0366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; November. On the ski lift after shopping for ski gear at Tyrol's ski swap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4LWFtqwUI/AAAAAAAABUQ/jUw5VAUjixk/s1600/DSC_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552387864713150786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ4LWFtqwUI/AAAAAAAABUQ/jUw5VAUjixk/s320/DSC_0212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanksgiving! ...which also doubled as Sydney's birthday. We had a carnival party, but it was great to have the whole family together and SO much to be thankful for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy 2010 Everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-7114600234789004079?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/7114600234789004079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=7114600234789004079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/7114600234789004079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/7114600234789004079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-letter.html' title='Christmas Letter'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQ3y6cenuUI/AAAAAAAABPY/XCo0j0NUGV4/s72-c/DSC_0764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-6129029524446285707</id><published>2010-12-11T20:15:00.033-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T14:40:51.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tradition Continued</title><content type='html'>The weather was not promising today and we had two&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQfAFzPatGI/AAAAAAAABO4/-EQT9rPV04A/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQfAFzPatGI/AAAAAAAABO4/-EQT9rPV04A/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550616271644177506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sick kids in the group, but that couldn't keep us away. We needed a tree either way and just couldn't bring ourselves to have it any other way, so out to Black Earth we ventured. We were lucky enough to have it somewhat warm and the mist/rain lucky held off until we got the trees cut. We usually enjoy toasted marshmallows, Jim Beam with cider, good company and the dogs for entertainment. Though today was a quick trip, I'm glad we still did it. Despite being up sick in the night, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQe-cnpo2rI/AAAAAAAABOw/p2uIXqFAE78/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQe-cnpo2rI/AAAAAAAABOw/p2uIXqFAE78/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550614464646666930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sydney was excited to go. She was a trooper. She started our trip with a little fun in the fresh snow. Elijah, on the other hand, had lots of extra energy and was ready to sled and chase the dogs. After a trip down the sled hill, we were off to the fields to find our tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were looking for a tall tree this year since we were planning on putting it in the middle of our living room where the ceiling is vaulted. We were lucky enough to find a tree that was just what we were looking for...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQe-CM34q-I/AAAAAAAABOo/n6IrCDQCFM8/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQe-CM34q-I/AAAAAAAABOo/n6IrCDQCFM8/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550614010782067682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of course it was one of the largest and heaviest trees and in the farthest field. As Ron was cutting down the tree, Eli was supervising, but Syd returned to her 'resting' place in the sled. She just didn't have enough energy left to run through the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQfPguZ_i3I/AAAAAAAABPI/_oTY9neeP2k/s1600/DSC_0050%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQfPguZ_i3I/AAAAAAAABPI/_oTY9neeP2k/s320/DSC_0050%2B%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550633226877242226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQfPf4UGlJI/AAAAAAAABPA/5cYxp4VVeNk/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQfPf4UGlJI/AAAAAAAABPA/5cYxp4VVeNk/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550633212357022866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started to mist, Calvin was getting hungry, the kids were all getting cold and tired, but we still had to make it back through the fields. The dogs, on the other hand, were still ready for more fun. Even in his 'older' age, Benny still ran and played with Oliver the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQe8FkuR7AI/AAAAAAAABOY/260mkBIbGLM/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQe8FkuR7AI/AAAAAAAABOY/260mkBIbGLM/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550611869700582402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQe8FYQVLuI/AAAAAAAABOQ/uMsmsESSvJ4/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQe8FYQVLuI/AAAAAAAABOQ/uMsmsESSvJ4/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550611866353741538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to the fire a little damp from the mist. Sydney was exhausted and cold and couldn't stop crying. Elijah enjoyed a few marshmallows but then started whining because he wanted more marshmallows and more sledding. Before we could leave, though, we needed to get the traditional group shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQQ1vXXGO2I/AAAAAAAABOA/UK3CKI1FDxI/s1600/DSC_0065%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQQ1vXXGO2I/AAAAAAAABOA/UK3CKI1FDxI/s320/DSC_0065%2B%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549619728668310370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oliver decided he'd rather play than be in the picture, Calvin was busy checking out Sydney's hat, and Elijah and Benny were watching Oliver have fun...BUT we got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt;! Who's heard of a perfect shot with kids and dogs? It was great to be able to continue the tradition and we hope to do so for years to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car ride got quiet by the time we got home, but it was a true sign of success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQQ1OnGwAPI/AAAAAAAABN4/G8iDMlHlels/s1600/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQQ1OnGwAPI/AAAAAAAABN4/G8iDMlHlels/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549619165959028978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQQ1OTUfdiI/AAAAAAAABNw/z3XsZEIZ6w4/s1600/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQQ1OTUfdiI/AAAAAAAABNw/z3XsZEIZ6w4/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549619160647956002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-6129029524446285707?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/6129029524446285707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=6129029524446285707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/6129029524446285707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/6129029524446285707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2010/12/tradition-continued.html' title='Tradition Continued'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/TQfAFzPatGI/AAAAAAAABO4/-EQT9rPV04A/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-6442471921643032239</id><published>2010-01-06T08:49:00.039-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:11:06.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survived Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, it's taken me this long to get updated and find time to post our holiday doings. I guess I had gotten busy with shopping, cooking, preparing, wrapping, cleaning... and then after Christmas there was cleaning, taking down, packing up, and now a few days of getting healthy. Sydney has been sick since Sunday so hasn't yet returned to school after break. At least I've finally found time to update our blog! Since it's been nearly a month, this will be the 'quick' version of our holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0oQyMnE9CI/AAAAAAAABKg/Yd2kiUyGmJY/s1600-h/ski.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 214px; float: left; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425167155685815330" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0oQyMnE9CI/AAAAAAAABKg/Yd2kiUyGmJY/s320/ski.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dec 12- A night of skiing&lt;br /&gt;Sydney has been practicing her skills on the slopes, but she always goes with Ron. For once, I got a chance to take a few runs with her since it was 'friends and family night' and I got a free lift ticket. Elijah came with me to watch... though he wanted to go up the lift and ski too! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0t1TZFtQUI/AAAAAAAABMY/GnX0YkLv0yM/s1600-h/DSC_0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px; float: left; height: 213px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425559152110682434" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0t1TZFtQUI/AAAAAAAABMY/GnX0YkLv0yM/s320/DSC_0575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0t1e28_kYI/AAAAAAAABMg/jmHYTuHv6vg/s1600-h/DSC_0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 213px; float: right; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425559349105758594" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0t1e28_kYI/AAAAAAAABMg/jmHYTuHv6vg/s320/DSC_0589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 15-Syd's Christmas Program-&lt;br /&gt;One of the greatest advantages of having Sydney in a private school is her being exposed to the real meaning of Christmas every day. Her program was so precious and we had a perfect view since she was front and center! Sydney sure made a cute little lamb. (or should I say tall lamb... She is the tallest in her class!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0t1S8Gz9VI/AAAAAAAABMQ/rqmiqYpLaok/s1600-h/DSC_0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px; float: left; height: 213px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425559144330687826" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0t1S8Gz9VI/AAAAAAAABMQ/rqmiqYpLaok/s320/DSC_0593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0t2bihx9vI/AAAAAAAABMw/lqhB-YuothI/s1600-h/DSC_0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 248px; float: right; height: 248px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425560391594931954" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0t2bihx9vI/AAAAAAAABMw/lqhB-YuothI/s320/DSC_0601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dec 21 &amp;amp; 22- Syd back at school&lt;br /&gt;Eli went to Brenda's on Monday so I could finish Christmas gift shopping, but he was happy to be home with me on Tuesday. We took lunch for the St. Peter teachers and Sydney and then we came home to play in the fresh snow. We built two forts, took a walk and shoveled the driveway. Eli had so much fun having some 'one-on-one Mom-time!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0t2OWsMmqI/AAAAAAAABMo/bIzAOBOySA0/s1600-h/DSC_0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 213px; float: left; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425560165079095970" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0t2OWsMmqI/AAAAAAAABMo/bIzAOBOySA0/s320/DSC_0624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dec 23- Final preparations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids and I went to have some pictures taken today before heading downtown to finish picking up some final gifts. Visiting the Overture, lunch at Noodles and then play time at home made it a perfect day. Ron then decided it was time Elijah got a 'trim' off his hair. It was so terrible that he got buzzed. Here's the handsome young man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0t3B63lY2I/AAAAAAAABM4/mc2uGMkLNb8/s1600-h/DSC_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px; float: left; height: 213px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425561050963862370" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0t3B63lY2I/AAAAAAAABM4/mc2uGMkLNb8/s320/DSC_0654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve-&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky enough to be home for Christmas this year. Ron's family came to visit and the kids couldn't have be more excited. Presents followed play time and dinner, but before Elijah was even done opening his presents, he was ready to hop into the tub to try out his new bath toys. Cassidy and Auntie Lisa took on the supervising (Syd decided to get in on the fun, too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0t3Uyuo76I/AAAAAAAABNI/VnRF0Xn3pWo/s1600-h/DSC_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 196px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425561375196376994" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0t3Uyuo76I/AAAAAAAABNI/VnRF0Xn3pWo/s320/DSC_0662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0t3Ush5agI/AAAAAAAABNA/m9yTstJ7wh4/s1600-h/DSC_0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 196px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425561373532318210" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0t3Ush5agI/AAAAAAAABNA/m9yTstJ7wh4/s320/DSC_0630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Twins? Did you guys plan those outfits? Plus, Jake and Zach hanging with their furry buddy. We've got YEARS of pictures with the 'boys' cuddling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0t4G4Sg1VI/AAAAAAAABNQ/xOiFFOY9jhs/s1600-h/DSC_0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 213px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425562235682477394" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0t4G4Sg1VI/AAAAAAAABNQ/xOiFFOY9jhs/s320/DSC_0667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christmas Day- We were going to wait until after church to open all of the presents, but the kids were up early and simply TOO excited to find that Santa had come. They opened their Santa presents and ate breakfast before church, but they were happy to open family presents before spending the rest of the day at home playing, cuddling, and watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0tz4LaxC0I/AAAAAAAABLg/cnI7MA0jvjs/s1600-h/nDSC_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425557585072819010" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0tz4LaxC0I/AAAAAAAABLg/cnI7MA0jvjs/s320/nDSC_0669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0tz4tVHzlI/AAAAAAAABLo/TkjPpPswjGc/s1600-h/nDSC_0678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 301px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425557594175950418" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0tz4tVHzlI/AAAAAAAABLo/TkjPpPswjGc/s320/nDSC_0678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My proudest moment of the day was to find Sydney's artwork in the church bulletin. We decided to go to mass at St. Peter due to the timing and because we had been given a 'heads up' by Sydney's teacher that her drawing was chosen to have a special appearance... She has really come to love drawing and did such a great job on this that I simply had to share!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S6dreIbKJXI/AAAAAAAABNg/Xv_USm4aOn4/s1600-h/syd%27s+mary+and+joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S6dreIbKJXI/AAAAAAAABNg/Xv_USm4aOn4/s320/syd%27s+mary+and+joe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451444039356917106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dec 26- Christmas in Milwaukee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0tz5mUas1I/AAAAAAAABL4/OiFB-hAgzQE/s1600-h/nDSC_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 301px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425557609473815378" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0tz5mUas1I/AAAAAAAABL4/OiFB-hAgzQE/s320/nDSC_0686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0tz5PydtnI/AAAAAAAABLw/mDUO8lJLUAs/s1600-h/nDSC_0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425557603425826418" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0tz5PydtnI/AAAAAAAABLw/mDUO8lJLUAs/s320/nDSC_0680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We traveled to Aaron's house for our Christmas celebration this year. Fun and food was had by all. Sydney and Elijah were excited to find the 'pickle' ornaments and got WAY too many presents (as usual)!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0t0AFFHDgI/AAAAAAAABMA/D-ORSY0iV7s/s1600-h/cfam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 213px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425557720810327554" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0t0AFFHDgI/AAAAAAAABMA/D-ORSY0iV7s/s320/cfam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; ...Then to Nana and Papa's house... The fresh snow in the evening made for interesting travels, but lots of fun once we arrived. Sydney taught Eli how to make snow angels and then we enjoyed a nice walk with sleds in the white powder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0txbimHTpI/AAAAAAAABLA/ZAJdUxAXa7A/s1600-h/n+P1000663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425554894054968978" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0txbimHTpI/AAAAAAAABLA/ZAJdUxAXa7A/s320/n+P1000663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0txbC8aBXI/AAAAAAAABK4/bTovHgGin0w/s1600-h/n+P1000662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425554885558535538" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0txbC8aBXI/AAAAAAAABK4/bTovHgGin0w/s320/n+P1000662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0VSkAwCoSI/AAAAAAAABKY/v4sLMfAGX6U/s1600-h/l.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px; float: left; height: 213px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423832104867897634" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0VSkAwCoSI/AAAAAAAABKY/v4sLMfAGX6U/s320/l.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dec 27- We had some playtime at Nana's house and did some visiting. We visited my aunt and uncles in Belgium and also 'Great' Grandma. As always, Jasper is always a favorite part of the visit to Nana and Papa's house. He'd hide in the tree whenever he needed a 'safe' getaway from the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0VRHKO91xI/AAAAAAAABJw/JdrGuksmWCw/s1600-h/c+DSC_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423830509685692178" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0VRHKO91xI/AAAAAAAABJw/JdrGuksmWCw/s320/c+DSC_0696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0tzIrn2KEI/AAAAAAAABLY/Q8ysNmtFJs0/s1600-h/r+DSC_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 320px; float: right; height: 213px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425556769083893826" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0tzIrn2KEI/AAAAAAAABLY/Q8ysNmtFJs0/s320/r+DSC_0699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dec 29- Back home. Time to play with all the new toys. Sydney and Elijah were happy to have Nana and Papa bring us home, but they were even more excited to play with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0VSjpVRimI/AAAAAAAABKQ/jUKA2K_zo5s/s1600-h/l+DSC_0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px; float: left; height: 213px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423832098581613154" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0VSjpVRimI/AAAAAAAABKQ/jUKA2K_zo5s/s320/l+DSC_0718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dec 30- Olbrich Gardens outing. We headed out to see the train display. Eli loved to watch them, but we had a great time with all of the fun things going on. When Syd was done with the trains, we went to participate in the art project. When Eli learned of the happenings, he had to get in on the fun. He LOVES to glue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0tyjMWy8WI/AAAAAAAABLI/4b_Jo7azJ_4/s1600-h/n+DSC_0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425556125035721058" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0tyjMWy8WI/AAAAAAAABLI/4b_Jo7azJ_4/s320/n+DSC_0726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0tyjUvNVWI/AAAAAAAABLQ/wJRyySDA6r4/s1600-h/n+DSC_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425556127285597538" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0tyjUvNVWI/AAAAAAAABLQ/wJRyySDA6r4/s320/n+DSC_0736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0VSiyAIzYI/AAAAAAAABKA/0htTVxRHq40/s1600-h/l+DSC_0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px; float: left; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423832083729010050" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0VSiyAIzYI/AAAAAAAABKA/0htTVxRHq40/s320/l+DSC_0752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Year's Eve- Sydney and Elijah were excited to learn we were having company for the big night. We had our neighbor's over and we were amazed that all of the kids made it to midnight. After watching the ball drop on tv, the girls went out with their 'noise makers' to celebrate. Lindsey and Hanne stayed for a toast of sparkling cider and our kids enjoyed the 'camp out' in the living room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0VSidcWR6I/AAAAAAAABJ4/eJ0XIDBkSBg/s1600-h/l+DSC_0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 213px; float: left; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423832078210189218" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0VSidcWR6I/AAAAAAAABJ4/eJ0XIDBkSBg/s320/l+DSC_0764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 1- Our annual photo shoot before the tree removal. The kids were sad to learn that we were taking it down. Elijah was mad at Ron when he took the tree out (but I was happy to have the job done!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0VRGwnYOdI/AAAAAAAABJo/aMaNexRmROA/s1600-h/C+DSC_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 213px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423830502808762834" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0VRGwnYOdI/AAAAAAAABJo/aMaNexRmROA/s320/C+DSC_0780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 3- Last day of break. The kids were excited to test out their new snow tubes. We had a blast sledding and playing at the park, but were sad that it was the end of winter break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0oSilc4Z3I/AAAAAAAABKw/Dv92_Rw7Z1g/s1600-h/sled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 213px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425169086499284850" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0oSilc4Z3I/AAAAAAAABKw/Dv92_Rw7Z1g/s320/sled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0oSZMo3qDI/AAAAAAAABKo/9LYxDijf6qA/s1600-h/sled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 213px; float: right; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425168925219858482" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0oSZMo3qDI/AAAAAAAABKo/9LYxDijf6qA/s320/sled2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***For those of you following this blog... Yes, it is now March and I'm finally getting around to posting this last post that I had been working on... way back when. Where have the last months gone? Our life has been quite busy and I've tried to keep up with it all. Something had to go to the wayside to keep up with work, home, kids, etc. I will try to post updates more frequently in the upcoming months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=) Christy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-6442471921643032239?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/6442471921643032239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=6442471921643032239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/6442471921643032239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/6442471921643032239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2010/01/survived-christmas.html' title='Survived Christmas'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0oQyMnE9CI/AAAAAAAABKg/Yd2kiUyGmJY/s72-c/ski.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-4463647895213756630</id><published>2009-12-12T20:15:00.031-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:56:26.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas preparations begin...</title><content type='html'>What a busy week, but an exciting one, too. It is officially the beginning of the holiday season. Last weekend, we started of with the Santa visits. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TyWRn7ALI/AAAAAAAABIg/0L5R7WNFb0E/s1600-h/DSC_0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TyWRn7ALI/AAAAAAAABIg/0L5R7WNFb0E/s320/DSC_0493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423726315762811058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sydney informed us that the 'real' Santa is in the North Pole getting ready for Christmas with the elves and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Santas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we see around town are all of his helpers. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TyWKygSkI/AAAAAAAABIY/05jdlYMuqyI/s1600-h/DSC_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TyWKygSkI/AAAAAAAABIY/05jdlYMuqyI/s320/DSC_0497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423726313928149570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 'real' Santa is magic that's why we can't see him. =) The first visit was at the fire house. They always have a little party for the kids. Sydney did a great job talking to Santa and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TyViVOjHI/AAAAAAAABIQ/rrAPZlgh2WA/s1600-h/DSC_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TyViVOjHI/AAAAAAAABIQ/rrAPZlgh2WA/s320/DSC_0503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423726303067933810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;explaining to him exactly what she wanted him to bring. Elijah, on the other hand, sat there just because Sydney did, but didn't want to make eye contact or conversation! The real excitement for Eli was when we came out of the fire station and the train was giving rides. That made his day! The Santa did pretty well, but I wanted to try to get a better picture (without going to the mall) so we checked out the display they had at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walgreens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The shot was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0T0X6LZ_4I/AAAAAAAABJI/wnOa3CN88HE/s1600-h/fam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0T0X6LZ_4I/AAAAAAAABJI/wnOa3CN88HE/s320/fam.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423728542852185986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday, we were lucky enough to have great weather for our annual tree cutting. Andy and Robin (along with Calvin, their newest addition) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0T0XZIgvoI/AAAAAAAABJA/hOKzd4rehxQ/s1600-h/DSC_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0T0XZIgvoI/AAAAAAAABJA/hOKzd4rehxQ/s320/DSC_0353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423728533981675138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;came for breakfast before we headed out. Since there wasn't much snow on the ground, the hike was much easier. We actually got a little muddy along the way, but I'd much rather have that than the extreme cold.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TyXtdsmnI/AAAAAAAABIw/qeV6rEDBtBg/s1600-h/DSC_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TyXtdsmnI/AAAAAAAABIw/qeV6rEDBtBg/s320/DSC_0400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423726340415986290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oliver and Benny had a great time running and playing, Calvin slept in the sling most of the time ...content, the kids hiked along without&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TyW2SWWHI/AAAAAAAABIo/GQEsYtbpWoE/s1600-h/DSC_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TyW2SWWHI/AAAAAAAABIo/GQEsYtbpWoE/s320/DSC_0403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423726325604440178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; complaining, and the sun was out on a beautiful day. Syd's, and now Eli's, favorite part of getting a tree each year is the marshmallows and campfire afterwards. He had the sticky face showing the evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0T0WyPsmbI/AAAAAAAABI4/Ol0XPYOIMF0/s1600-h/DSC_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0T0WyPsmbI/AAAAAAAABI4/Ol0XPYOIMF0/s320/DSC_0504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423728523542829490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got home, Sydney wanted to decorate the tree (without realizing it needs a stand and lights first.) So, to keep her happy, I got out our little old tree for the basement. She loved decorating it and was so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0Tw-e0MQEI/AAAAAAAABII/8VAakR75aEo/s1600-h/DSC_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0Tw-e0MQEI/AAAAAAAABII/8VAakR75aEo/s320/DSC_0518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423724807475445826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Wednesday, we had more signs of winter with our first snow day for the season. The kids were excited to get out and play in it. (I was just happy to have time to clean my house and get some things done.) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0Ur-ttMJJI/AAAAAAAABJQ/MrTdLBoo7VE/s1600-h/DSC_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0Ur-ttMJJI/AAAAAAAABJQ/MrTdLBoo7VE/s320/DSC_0520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423789682658649234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sydney helped Ron snow blow (we had so much snow that Ron even had off of work) while Elijah helped shovel. After the driveway was cleaned, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0Tw9NwcRvI/AAAAAAAABHw/_NgVDjahPFQ/s1600-h/DSC_0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0Tw9NwcRvI/AAAAAAAABHw/_NgVDjahPFQ/s320/DSC_0528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423724785716446962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the kids decided to make tracks in the road with their shovels. They were, however, upset when the plow came through and 'wrecked' their trails. It ended up being a great day for playing (and cleaning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0Ur_Hk9IoI/AAAAAAAABJY/R9WqhwCnscU/s1600-h/DSC_0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0Ur_Hk9IoI/AAAAAAAABJY/R9WqhwCnscU/s320/DSC_0542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423789689603433090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a bath, the kids had fun putting on their new jammies that St Nick brought to their stockings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0Tw9hxwKwI/AAAAAAAABH4/uFm7ynAPYyo/s1600-h/DSC_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-4463647895213756630?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/4463647895213756630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=4463647895213756630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/4463647895213756630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/4463647895213756630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-busy-week-but-exciting-one-too.html' title='Christmas preparations begin...'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TyWRn7ALI/AAAAAAAABIg/0L5R7WNFb0E/s72-c/DSC_0493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-3002241785114598080</id><published>2009-12-04T23:04:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:18:48.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0To_NFvd_I/AAAAAAAABHg/hrf-JcHvnhY/s1600-h/DSC_0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0To_NFvd_I/AAAAAAAABHg/hrf-JcHvnhY/s320/DSC_0479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423716023804065778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...It's here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TokT59eBI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vp3D-c-nF-o/s1600-h/DSC_0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TokT59eBI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vp3D-c-nF-o/s320/DSC_0481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423715561777231890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were so excited to come home to snow yesterday. I had been in Middleton and it took me nearly an hour to get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to Cross Plains due to slide offs and a roll-over accident. It was a great relief to be home safely. We had a blast playing in the snow before dinner. They were so excited, they didn't even take the time to put on the 'snow gear.' Of course,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0To-hdA-tI/AAAAAAAABHY/ParmwQmDIEM/s1600-h/DSC_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0To-hdA-tI/AAAAAAAABHY/ParmwQmDIEM/s320/DSC_0486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423716012090522322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to return outside for more playing with the neighbors after dinner. We'll see if there is as much excitement for the snow at the end of the season. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-3002241785114598080?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/3002241785114598080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=3002241785114598080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/3002241785114598080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/3002241785114598080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow.html' title='SNOW...'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0To_NFvd_I/AAAAAAAABHg/hrf-JcHvnhY/s72-c/DSC_0479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-8834821828184302230</id><published>2009-12-01T20:51:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:14:19.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>December already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TPRlCCrrI/AAAAAAAABGw/hwGIWKczVeQ/s1600-h/DSC_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TPRlCCrrI/AAAAAAAABGw/hwGIWKczVeQ/s320/DSC_0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423687752166321842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making breakfast with Uncle Aaron... Sydney was so proud to be cooking. She was even wearing an old apron that had been my great-grandmother's. Nana made a four-course breakfast with all the fixings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, the cookie factory started. Sydney jumped right in with the decorating. Elijah was busy playing but noticed what was going on at the table and just had to join in on the fun. Sugar, candy, sprinkles and, of course, frosting... How could he pass on that fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TQ4I1VbBI/AAAAAAAABHI/EZO6Ygfep6Y/s1600-h/DSC_0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TQ4I1VbBI/AAAAAAAABHI/EZO6Ygfep6Y/s320/DSC_0460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423689514123357202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TQ3mN2X1I/AAAAAAAABHA/HGeRNsF-m8I/s1600-h/DSC_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TQ3mN2X1I/AAAAAAAABHA/HGeRNsF-m8I/s320/DSC_0453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423689504830938962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TPw8TnqtI/AAAAAAAABG4/-XW2P2GSNFM/s1600-h/DSC_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TPw8TnqtI/AAAAAAAABG4/-XW2P2GSNFM/s320/DSC_0467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423688290990009042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finished our weekend off with the West Bend Christmas parade. The kids did great considering it was a long weekend and it was late in the day. Elijah was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fascinated&lt;/span&gt; with the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt;' float which looked just like a big Thomas train. Sydney's favorites were the reindeer, horse and Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TPRU92X8I/AAAAAAAABGo/tgIiLCywtbI/s1600-h/DSCF7297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TPRU92X8I/AAAAAAAABGo/tgIiLCywtbI/s320/DSCF7297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423687747853770690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night, Ron was getting out the skis to get the edges sharpened and ready for the slopes. Eli was SO happy to get 'his' on. Too bad he needs to wait... He was just too proud and cute to not take this shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to be ready for this winter thing. It's coming whether I like it or not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-8834821828184302230?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/8834821828184302230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=8834821828184302230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/8834821828184302230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/8834821828184302230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-already.html' title='December already?'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0TPRlCCrrI/AAAAAAAABGw/hwGIWKczVeQ/s72-c/DSC_0447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-1823348834351721033</id><published>2009-11-28T21:45:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:44:45.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More birthday celebrating...</title><content type='html'>Since we didn't have one family party at home, Sydney had multiple parties as we visited family. Yesterday, Sydney was excited to get up and get going because there were 'more parties.' We met Lisa, Jeff, Zack and Jake for lunch. Sydney was excited to hang out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S_fd9MLNI/AAAAAAAABGA/DDbnDCmA1Eo/s1600-h/DSC_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S_fd9MLNI/AAAAAAAABGA/DDbnDCmA1Eo/s320/DSC_0293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423670398599048402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S_fHjRJOI/AAAAAAAABF4/eGR2pzJwbi0/s1600-h/DSC_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S_fHjRJOI/AAAAAAAABF4/eGR2pzJwbi0/s320/DSC_0292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423670392584742114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah was very tired and didn't make it through, but while he slept Sydney had a great time bowling with her cousins. Bumpers and 'granny' shots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S-bSQKmdI/AAAAAAAABFw/LY1UWXL1Y7M/s1600-h/DSC_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S-bSQKmdI/AAAAAAAABFw/LY1UWXL1Y7M/s320/DSC_0314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423669227226307026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch and bowling, we headed to Nana and Papa's house. Aaron, Kate and Kerri were fun to hang out with, but &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S_7SVLNGI/AAAAAAAABGY/4eYzYT4wvC4/s1600-h/DSC_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S_7SVLNGI/AAAAAAAABGY/4eYzYT4wvC4/s320/DSC_0329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423670876514759778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sydney wanted the celebration to begin right away. She just couldn't wait... Syd convinced Nana to take out the old first communion dresses so she had something special to wear to the party. She was upset to learn that not everyone was going to dress up like last year. Here is Sydney in Nana's dress, though, just so she could be the 'most beautiful' one at the party.  We played games and Syd opened more presents before heading to bed for the night. Eli, on the other hand, had lots of energy left. He enjoyed playing on the old bouncy horse that we had as kids. Elijah loved showing off and being the center of attention while his sister was NOT! ...for once since she was sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S_gE2_HMI/AAAAAAAABGQ/ay4sRrL1xaA/s1600-h/DSC_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S_gE2_HMI/AAAAAAAABGQ/ay4sRrL1xaA/s320/DSC_0355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423670409042009282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S_f-D_B4I/AAAAAAAABGI/fT_g7ZNT-L0/s1600-h/DSC_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S_f-D_B4I/AAAAAAAABGI/fT_g7ZNT-L0/s320/DSC_0353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423670407217481602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, we got ready for family pictures. The timing wasn't the greatest so Elijah wasn't the happiest but I think we did get a few shots... After that, we needed to get out! Since the weather was nice again, we went out for an afternoon hike and some play time. We also took the time to get some pictures for our annual Christmas card. Here's my favorite shot of the kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S-a33GxpI/AAAAAAAABFo/A0dfT0AqKxQ/s1600-h/DSC_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S-a33GxpI/AAAAAAAABFo/A0dfT0AqKxQ/s320/DSC_0377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423669220141876882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S_71AVyhI/AAAAAAAABGg/Xdp2L7I6lNA/s1600-h/DSC_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S_71AVyhI/AAAAAAAABGg/Xdp2L7I6lNA/s320/DSC_0416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423670885822614034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After playing at the park, it was time to go home for Sydney's special birthday dinner. Of course there had to party hats, balloons and decorations to make it a party! Sydney's menu choice included ribs and chicken, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spaetzle&lt;/span&gt;, and corn. And it wouldn't be a celebration without a toast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S-ag_MGdI/AAAAAAAABFg/xzIq19gyU6U/s1600-h/DSC_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S-ag_MGdI/AAAAAAAABFg/xzIq19gyU6U/s320/DSC_0418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423669214001764818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S90ubrEQI/AAAAAAAABFQ/eZ72E8Umong/s1600-h/DSC_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S90ubrEQI/AAAAAAAABFQ/eZ72E8Umong/s320/DSC_0406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423668564775866626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toby wanted to be included in the festivities, as well. (Plus he's the only cat in the house who is foolish enough to put up with the abuse!) The kids were excited to spend time with the family, but the kitties are also a bonus =). Jasper, Nana's newest cat is becoming a new favorite. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S91BnSZzI/AAAAAAAABFY/yaEji1urvjI/s1600-h/DSC_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S91BnSZzI/AAAAAAAABFY/yaEji1urvjI/s320/DSC_0442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423668569924855602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He hasn't yet learned to disappear with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pitter&lt;/span&gt;-patter of kids feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, we enjoyed a holiday light show. We only made it through the walking portion of the show but it was a pretty fun way to start to get ready for the upcoming Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-1823348834351721033?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/1823348834351721033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=1823348834351721033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1823348834351721033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1823348834351721033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-birthday-celebrating.html' title='More birthday celebrating...'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S_fd9MLNI/AAAAAAAABGA/DDbnDCmA1Eo/s72-c/DSC_0293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-7759464534187722587</id><published>2009-11-26T20:28:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:26:33.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>And I am glad to have so much to be thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0SvSmlj-WI/AAAAAAAABEw/uz8fN2uzXkQ/s1600-h/DSC_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0SvSmlj-WI/AAAAAAAABEw/uz8fN2uzXkQ/s320/DSC_0217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423652585391520098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0SvSSFRmaI/AAAAAAAABEo/8s5QByzUAf4/s1600-h/26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0SvSSFRmaI/AAAAAAAABEo/8s5QByzUAf4/s320/26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423652579887389090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we went to the last bike race for the season. The weather was wonderful for it being November 22. Five years ago on the same day, we came home from the hospital and it was very windy and cold, but we were so thankful to have our baby girl home with us. It's so hard to believe it has already been 5 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0Stm4fKamI/AAAAAAAABDw/g6WyXawWkr0/s1600-h/DSCF7268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0Stm4fKamI/AAAAAAAABDw/g6WyXawWkr0/s320/DSCF7268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423650734770645602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And in that time so much has happened. I am so thankful that Sydney and Elijah have become friends and playmates. Sure, they have their moments and fight their fair share, but I love it when they do get along and play and laugh. At the race last weekend, they had a blast playing together... in the leaves, at the playground, climbing trees and just running around. Smiles are SO much better than fights and screams =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice being able to spend that last day outdoors and enjoy our last 'fall' days, because... &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0StNNn23YI/AAAAAAAABDY/BAbgX7vOQrk/s1600-h/DSCF7271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0StNNn23YI/AAAAAAAABDY/BAbgX7vOQrk/s320/DSCF7271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423650293767658882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this week, the weather got very cold and more winter-like. This morning, we even work to some snow! The kids were SO excited that they had to run out and play right away, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pjs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and all. Elijah had a blast making tracks (that he referred to as his 'train tracks')!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0SuBLuzkgI/AAAAAAAABD4/m9HjKpLZep0/s1600-h/DSC_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0SuBLuzkgI/AAAAAAAABD4/m9HjKpLZep0/s320/DSC_0258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423651186613129730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sydney couldn't be done outside until her hands were frozen. She decided that a snowball fight was the best way to finish off the chill before heading inside for oatmeal and hot cocoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0SvTQcU_sI/AAAAAAAABFA/jqrIwOkxiTo/s1600-h/DSC_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0SvTQcU_sI/AAAAAAAABFA/jqrIwOkxiTo/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423652596627078850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0SvTHmTRMI/AAAAAAAABE4/nz8b-F7ts-4/s1600-h/DSC_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0SvTHmTRMI/AAAAAAAABE4/nz8b-F7ts-4/s320/DSC_0266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423652594252989634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0Stmh__2vI/AAAAAAAABDo/yh8skVwLVOs/s1600-h/DSC_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0Stmh__2vI/AAAAAAAABDo/yh8skVwLVOs/s320/DSC_0273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423650728734350066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another big excitement for the day was going to visit 'cousins'. We were invited to spend Thanksgiving day with Ron's cousins in New Berlin. Sydney was anxious to spend time with the kids and Elijah warmed up to everyone pretty quickly, as well. The kids all played so well together. Games, books, dolls, hide-and-seek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0Stmh__2vI/AAAAAAAABDo/yh8skVwLVOs/s1600-h/DSC_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S4Ko3t67I/AAAAAAAABFI/ZUEiDQ-HOMQ/s1600-h/DSC_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0S4Ko3t67I/AAAAAAAABFI/ZUEiDQ-HOMQ/s320/DSC_0287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423662344170236850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and even the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Sydney was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;leery&lt;/span&gt; to try saying, "I don't know how to play video games" &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0StNXD2yzI/AAAAAAAABDg/2HM1mfKAHOY/s1600-h/DSC_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0StNXD2yzI/AAAAAAAABDg/2HM1mfKAHOY/s320/DSC_0284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423650296301013810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but as you can see from her smile riding the bike in a race was pretty fun. Mario kart was another favorite. A cookie cake and presents to celebrate Syd's birthday also gave her something to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-7759464534187722587?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/7759464534187722587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=7759464534187722587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/7759464534187722587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/7759464534187722587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/S0SvSmlj-WI/AAAAAAAABEw/uz8fN2uzXkQ/s72-c/DSC_0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-5691935236304486563</id><published>2009-11-21T17:39:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:30:03.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Party day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SxXVcfmb2zI/AAAAAAAABDA/tKIBY3BYdOo/s1600-h/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; float: right; height: 213px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465212851280690" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SxXVcfmb2zI/AAAAAAAABDA/tKIBY3BYdOo/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's even more fun than your actual birthday? ...a party with ten of your closest friends, of course. This morning, the kids had baths to get ready for Sydney's company to come. Sydney was still in the bathroom, so Elijah had to take advantage of his 'alone time' in Sydney's bedroom with Star Song. He did such a nice time job feeding 'Sydney's baby pony' while cuddling in her bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SxXV0pBr5wI/AAAAAAAABDI/d6TITWfeED0/s1600-h/DSC_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 214px; float: left; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465627698358018" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SxXV0pBr5wI/AAAAAAAABDI/d6TITWfeED0/s320/DSC_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Syd's friends starting showing up promptly at 10:30, ready to play. Everything went pretty smoothly. We played birthday bingo then 'pin the bow on Hello Kitty,' and enjoyed a kid-friendly meal of corn dogs, grilled cheese, fruit and cheese before playing downstairs between swings at the pinata. The kids seemed to need some 'run time' so we headed outside to chase down some screamer balloons. After some disappointment and tears over not being able to catch the balloons, we decided it was time for cake. Sydney chose a cookie cake and it was a hit with the guests, as well. Elijah just enjoyed being part of the action...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SxXWDVBK1VI/AAAAAAAABDQ/vAXGZakm8-M/s1600-h/DSC_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465880025519442" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SxXWDVBK1VI/AAAAAAAABDQ/vAXGZakm8-M/s320/DSC_0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SxXVcAEcNmI/AAAAAAAABC4/wrSeIReT-BE/s1600-h/DSC_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 214px; float: right; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465204387198562" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SxXVcAEcNmI/AAAAAAAABC4/wrSeIReT-BE/s320/DSC_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the opening of the gifts, some more play time and farewells to her friends, Sydney was ready to have some time with her new things. Dress up, Polly Pockets and Littlest Pet Shop were the first choices. Lindsey and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; stayed over to help Sydney check out her new toys. The kids did a wonderful job playing all afternoon, but I finally said they needed to get out for some fresh air since it was such a beautiful day outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a GREAT time at the park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SxXUw2gFRJI/AAAAAAAABCg/Hwy1Ai4_34s/s1600-h/DSC_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410464463084405906" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SxXUw2gFRJI/AAAAAAAABCg/Hwy1Ai4_34s/s320/DSC_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SxXUxZYBcxI/AAAAAAAABCo/n_vVXgAhIMU/s1600-h/DSC_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410464472445842194" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SxXUxZYBcxI/AAAAAAAABCo/n_vVXgAhIMU/s320/DSC_0127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the kids were ALL smiles! =)  =)  =)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SxXVBVWJGyI/AAAAAAAABCw/stHxWfuW7PM/s1600-h/DSC_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410464746242120482" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SxXVBVWJGyI/AAAAAAAABCw/stHxWfuW7PM/s320/DSC_0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-5691935236304486563?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/5691935236304486563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=5691935236304486563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/5691935236304486563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/5691935236304486563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/11/party-day.html' title='Party day...'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SxXVcfmb2zI/AAAAAAAABDA/tKIBY3BYdOo/s72-c/DSC_0062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-5092484747321401939</id><published>2009-11-20T21:19:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:59:04.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SwizvneOdNI/AAAAAAAABCA/f6LmQt0mUmc/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 214px; float: right; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406768983289263314" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SwizvneOdNI/AAAAAAAABCA/f6LmQt0mUmc/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's hard to believe, but Sydney is already FIVE. She woke to a special birthday breakfast and singing from Elijah. She was excited about her special day, but tired (as she often is by Friday). The brownie was definitely her favorite part of her breakfast and she was excited to be able to take the rest to school for her birthday treat. After school, she was happy to have me pick her up and go along with me to pick Eli up from Jenny's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Sydney the chance to choose what she wanted to do for her birthday dinner. She had mentioned Chuck E. Cheese, but we ended up at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nitty&lt;/span&gt; Gritty (for the second year in a row!) for her special meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Swiz_UTejDI/AAAAAAAABCI/Z0wRRxeRwmg/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406769253021813810" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Swiz_UTejDI/AAAAAAAABCI/Z0wRRxeRwmg/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Swiz_shZ8CI/AAAAAAAABCQ/XDse9xbf53U/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406769259522682914" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Swiz_shZ8CI/AAAAAAAABCQ/XDse9xbf53U/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Swi0awI_EcI/AAAAAAAABCY/gGWAUpTOWtg/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 214px; float: left; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406769724350468546" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Swi0awI_EcI/AAAAAAAABCY/gGWAUpTOWtg/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ring of the birthday bell, her name on the board, root beer in her very own mug, birthday balloon, mini corn dogs, onions rings and the world's smallest sundae for dessert... How could one not love that for a birthday celebration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What five year old doesn't also look forward to presents on their special day? Sydney was excited to get home to see what we had gotten her. The one thing that she had really asked for this year was the "purple 'My Little Pony' that sings." &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SwizvVCqaEI/AAAAAAAABB4/X7DwgxfGi0Q/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 214px; float: right; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406768978341816386" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SwizvVCqaEI/AAAAAAAABB4/X7DwgxfGi0Q/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course I had to get it for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pony's name is Star Song and Sydney was SO happy to receive her. We also got her a pony movie similar to one she often gets from the library. Eli was just as excited as Sydney with the new presents. =) Some cake before heading to bed made put the topper on the perfect day for Sydney. She will hopefully sleep well so she's ready for her big party tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SwizfturY8I/AAAAAAAABBw/yFM1tQYB1MI/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406768710090974146" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SwizfturY8I/AAAAAAAABBw/yFM1tQYB1MI/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-5092484747321401939?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/5092484747321401939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=5092484747321401939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/5092484747321401939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/5092484747321401939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SwizvneOdNI/AAAAAAAABCA/f6LmQt0mUmc/s72-c/DSC_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-3207155664916028274</id><published>2009-11-12T18:19:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:32:22.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SvysVfdwPsI/AAAAAAAABBY/xIbZeW6rRFY/s1600-h/DSCF7177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 301px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403383138161278658" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SvysVfdwPsI/AAAAAAAABBY/xIbZeW6rRFY/s320/DSCF7177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SvysVpsol1I/AAAAAAAABBg/-8UDr7yURIU/s1600-h/DSCF7181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 301px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403383140908046162" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SvysVpsol1I/AAAAAAAABBg/-8UDr7yURIU/s320/DSCF7181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of wearing a costume wasn't a real big hit with &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Svyr6si92qI/AAAAAAAABBQ/K3anOgdI-qM/s1600-h/DSCF7182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 213px; float: right; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403382677816335010" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Svyr6si92qI/AAAAAAAABBQ/K3anOgdI-qM/s320/DSCF7182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elijah at first, but once he discovered the 'candy' side of the costume he was much more willing to wear it. His costume was Clifford and Sydney was finally the princess that she's wanted to be for the past several years, thanks to Nana's sewing skills. This year, I even dressed up for a Halloween party. The 'original' graduate cap and gown was the best I could do, though. We had a busy Halloween weekend... Party on Friday, Sydney went trick or treating with a friend during the day on Saturday, then Cross Plains trick or treating Saturday evening. Both kids took naps before our big night out on the town, but needed to be woken up... which always equals plenty of crabbing. Sydney was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ornery&lt;/span&gt; that she changed her &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Swh-bOmnwFI/AAAAAAAABBo/HF5YBvlof6Y/s1600/spooky+house.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 214px; float: left; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406710358899933266" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Swh-bOmnwFI/AAAAAAAABBo/HF5YBvlof6Y/s320/spooky+house.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;costume to be the butterfly she was last year. (apparently the princess sleeves were too itchy). It got a little cold for trick or treating, but layers under the costumes helped. The kids visited houses in our neighborhood then we had to make our annual trip over to visit Brenda and the 'spooky' house. Sydney and Lindsey posed with a monster on their tour of the fully decorated yard. We then got together with neighbors for chili. It was a great way to warm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Svyr6E2r06I/AAAAAAAABBI/ipRuQK3fqbY/s1600-h/DSCF7194.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Svyr6E2r06I/AAAAAAAABBI/ipRuQK3fqbY/s1600-h/DSCF7194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; float: right; height: 213px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403382667161621410" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Svyr6E2r06I/AAAAAAAABBI/ipRuQK3fqbY/s320/DSCF7194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were tired after being up late, but we went out for a hike at Indian Lake early before complete exhaustion set in. We found this great tree for a place to take a break (and some cute pictures). The kids were good for the first part of the hike, but Sydney became unbearable after about 30 minutes. I carried her for a while, but she's just getting too heavy. Luckily the weight limit on the backpack allowed her to ride for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SvyquOlQs0I/AAAAAAAABA8/FlxRvcQEdIA/s1600-h/DSCF7216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 301px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403381364102837058" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SvyquOlQs0I/AAAAAAAABA8/FlxRvcQEdIA/s320/DSCF7216.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SvyqtnaIQ8I/AAAAAAAABAw/xXSYASRmq9k/s1600-h/DSCF7219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 299px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403381353587164098" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SvyqtnaIQ8I/AAAAAAAABAw/xXSYASRmq9k/s320/DSCF7219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elijah was having so much fun finding discoveries, though, that Sydney had to get down to walk and discover, too. Her 'show and tell' for Monday ended up being leaves, sticks and hickory nuts. Eli is still 'the hiker boy' and even enjoyed rolling for part of the hike. He had a blast in all of the leaves and on the trails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-88df81138b5ecc75" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D88df81138b5ecc75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78FBB17B84CF144E5C0571E85AC89721042EC2F4.83D837AABB8372983045160A18BA37BE92EA1426%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D88df81138b5ecc75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du5mvUznj01vDrcLHyTgK5wgoA5A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D88df81138b5ecc75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78FBB17B84CF144E5C0571E85AC89721042EC2F4.83D837AABB8372983045160A18BA37BE92EA1426%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D88df81138b5ecc75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du5mvUznj01vDrcLHyTgK5wgoA5A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah loves being naked and often runs around after baths. Benny ended up being Eli's resting spot after his bath this week. However, he also did a great job 'dressing himself' while the girls were playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SvyqsvKUk6I/AAAAAAAABAY/M4kwHeobhIM/s1600-h/DSCF7239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403381338488476578" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SvyqsvKUk6I/AAAAAAAABAY/M4kwHeobhIM/s320/DSCF7239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SvyqtIYFgOI/AAAAAAAABAk/09DFygB6Jv0/s1600-h/DSCF7236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 301px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403381345257095394" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SvyqtIYFgOI/AAAAAAAABAk/09DFygB6Jv0/s320/DSCF7236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-3207155664916028274?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/3207155664916028274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=3207155664916028274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/3207155664916028274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/3207155664916028274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween fun...'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SvysVfdwPsI/AAAAAAAABBY/xIbZeW6rRFY/s72-c/DSCF7177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-2051357565052941063</id><published>2009-10-29T14:46:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:23:24.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A 'stay at home' day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo5sZQcrqI/AAAAAAAAA_4/aa131UWgSf8/s1600-h/DSCF7172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398190538213863074" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo5sZQcrqI/AAAAAAAAA_4/aa131UWgSf8/s320/DSCF7172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...is a term that Sydney uses for weekends and 'no-school' days. With teacher convention this &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo55cUUlHI/AAAAAAAABAI/2QYsl1he_4w/s1600-h/DSCF7174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 250px; float: left; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398190762373715058" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo55cUUlHI/AAAAAAAABAI/2QYsl1he_4w/s320/DSCF7174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;week, we were all home. It had been my plan to get the kids out for some fun, but Sydney ended up being sick yesterday so I wanted to make sure we were all in good health before making any big plans. Our day was pretty low key. We started out with baths, followed by silly faces in the mirror. After playing downstairs and lunch, Elijah wanted to watch some of the 'Ponies' movie we had gotten from the library before laying down for a nap. We had to do the complete strip down after his lunch, so I just let him be naked for a while...something he loves to do. I was in the kitchen cleaning and I thought I heard him. I went to check on him and he'd gotten up from where he was sitting on the floor to go to his 'potty' in the bathroom and used it. I just wish it were more consistent, but at least I can be hopeful that toilet training isn't too far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney helped me write tags for our trick-or-treat bags. She used her alphabet book as a model for the letters, but is doing a great job with her writing. Since starting school, her motivation and willingness to attempt reading and writing is definitely increasing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo5stsFclI/AAAAAAAABAA/ZKzdwN5rJEI/s1600-h/DSCF7176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398190543698489938" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo5stsFclI/AAAAAAAABAA/ZKzdwN5rJEI/s320/DSCF7176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-2051357565052941063?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/2051357565052941063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=2051357565052941063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/2051357565052941063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/2051357565052941063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/10/stay-at-home-day.html' title='A &apos;stay at home&apos; day...'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo5sZQcrqI/AAAAAAAAA_4/aa131UWgSf8/s72-c/DSCF7172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-7820972104264109855</id><published>2009-10-26T21:51:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:15:34.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall fun... Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398185773320176050" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo1XCpRAbI/AAAAAAAAA_I/TPsaGiNOah4/s320/Autumn_with_the_Animals-35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ron had more races last weekend, but since we weren't going to watch on Saturday, we had to find something else fun to do. The humane society had a fall festival with various activities for the kids. The horse pictures and face painting were fun...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo2caeXhZI/AAAAAAAAA_w/aQlckINZAvU/s1600-h/DSCF7079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398186965127890322" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo2caeXhZI/AAAAAAAAA_w/aQlckINZAvU/s320/DSCF7079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo2Lps6JMI/AAAAAAAAA_o/K8o-T1tqJBA/s1600-h/DSCF7077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 213px; float: left; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398186677157635266" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo2Lps6JMI/AAAAAAAAA_o/K8o-T1tqJBA/s320/DSCF7077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...but the kids were really excited to have Benny come with and be part of the costume contest. Even though Elijah kept calling him 'Batman' Benny was the cutest Super Dog there. Sydney was pretty sad that he didn't win, but got over it quickly when we went in to see all the cats. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, we went along to Cambridge for his race. The weather was great and colors were beautiful, but fan with the cow bell was the best =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo1rI94UcI/AAAAAAAAA_g/jWInZINRGvk/s1600-h/DSCF7104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 301px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398186118614634946" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo1rI94UcI/AAAAAAAAA_g/jWInZINRGvk/s320/DSCF7104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo1q8WAfFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/mlf8Q2-5ut8/s1600-h/DSCF7103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398186115226172498" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo1q8WAfFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/mlf8Q2-5ut8/s320/DSCF7103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, we were invited to our friends' annual hayride and pumpkin carving party. Again, we lucked out with the weather. The sun was out and the kids were ready for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo1XvXbLHI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/x00522V7rUM/s1600-h/DSCF7124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398185785324940402" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo1XvXbLHI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/x00522V7rUM/s320/DSCF7124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...on the trailer and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suoz5_2B7BI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/p4-a6tEfVJE/s1600-h/DSCF7125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398184174840572946" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suoz5_2B7BI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/p4-a6tEfVJE/s320/DSCF7125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...the ride to the pumpkin patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo1EvweBnI/AAAAAAAAA_A/sDTl7V2WLfE/s1600-h/DSCF7130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 301px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398185459012470386" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo1EvweBnI/AAAAAAAAA_A/sDTl7V2WLfE/s320/DSCF7130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo1EOm4ifI/AAAAAAAAA-4/-_aEoMPgrDE/s1600-h/DSCF7146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 301px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398185450113894898" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo1EOm4ifI/AAAAAAAAA-4/-_aEoMPgrDE/s320/DSCF7146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...finding the perfect pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo1D2XCoCI/AAAAAAAAA-w/GUfeo0Nm77k/s1600-h/DSCF7137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 301px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398185443604996130" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo1D2XCoCI/AAAAAAAAA-w/GUfeo0Nm77k/s320/DSCF7137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo1DjcADmI/AAAAAAAAA-o/jH5IOBJJVvI/s1600-h/DSCF7138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398185438525525602" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo1DjcADmI/AAAAAAAAA-o/jH5IOBJJVvI/s320/DSCF7138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...waiting for everyone to come back to the trailer, but enjoying ourselves on the saddle and tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo0Op-PnkI/AAAAAAAAA-g/1wVT1nCJ5_g/s1600-h/DSCF7158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 240px; float: left; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398184529746697794" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo0Op-PnkI/AAAAAAAAA-g/1wVT1nCJ5_g/s320/DSCF7158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and the ride back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah was starting to lose control on the way back. He was hungry, thirsty and getting a little cold. We kept him 'contained' between pumpkins and hay bails. Syd's hat warmed him up a little, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suoz5sn0mSI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/_nSuvpxjFdc/s1600-h/DSCF7161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398184169680705826" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suoz5sn0mSI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/_nSuvpxjFdc/s320/DSCF7161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...time to carve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuozXOvAREI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Vx6lRMPKNAQ/s1600-h/DSCF7163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 213px; float: right; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398183577542214722" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuozXOvAREI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Vx6lRMPKNAQ/s320/DSCF7163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and FINALLY the end product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syd was pretty proud of her pumpkin. She helped design it and even did some of the carving. When we got the face done, Sydney decided her Jack-O-Lantern needed a butt. It happened that she started a trend. The kids got a little silly with it and several of the pumpkins ended up with butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tyrol&lt;/span&gt; Basin's ski sale. We always have to ride the chair lift before we leave. The kids had fun running down the hill. This is the first year, though, in the past several years that there wasn't any snow =(  It will be soon enough that the blowers will be making snow and we'll be hitting the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuozGqIPyBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/9Clp4paRB7E/s1600-h/DSCF7169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398183292838070290" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuozGqIPyBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/9Clp4paRB7E/s320/DSCF7169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-7820972104264109855?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/7820972104264109855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=7820972104264109855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/7820972104264109855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/7820972104264109855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-fun-continued.html' title='Fall fun... Continued'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Suo1XCpRAbI/AAAAAAAAA_I/TPsaGiNOah4/s72-c/Autumn_with_the_Animals-35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-1620838461562660803</id><published>2009-10-16T22:08:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:12:36.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoMMkSU6vI/AAAAAAAAA94/Tr5CmKhVbFo/s1600-h/DSCF7072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398140513395469042" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoMMkSU6vI/AAAAAAAAA94/Tr5CmKhVbFo/s320/DSCF7072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoMMfVW-AI/AAAAAAAAA9w/LzzJTT7d8Bk/s1600-h/DSCF7068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 301px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398140512066009090" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoMMfVW-AI/AAAAAAAAA9w/LzzJTT7d8Bk/s320/DSCF7068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoLyOaAucI/AAAAAAAAA9o/_kuobdDeTW0/s1600-h/DSCF7071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; float: right; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398140060845521346" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoLyOaAucI/AAAAAAAAA9o/_kuobdDeTW0/s320/DSCF7071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;October has started out with some fun fall activities. Cross Plains Fire Department hosts a pancake breakfast during 'fire prevention week' as one of their fundraisers. The kids loved the breakfast, but hanging out and playing on and in all of the engines was definitely a hit. I think I see a future in it for Elijah. He just loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Nana came to spend a day with Elijah. Part of their special day included a trip to the mall for some playtime. Of course she had to spoil him with something. A trip to Build-A-Bear was his treat and "Brownie Bear" is his new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoLerw0AeI/AAAAAAAAA9g/0di-zcIb0S4/s1600-h/P1000537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 319px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398139725128401378" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoLerw0AeI/AAAAAAAAA9g/0di-zcIb0S4/s320/P1000537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Su5aYSIPbII/AAAAAAAABAQ/xAnJ6FbRbUk/s1600-h/DSCF7221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Su5aYSIPbII/AAAAAAAABAQ/xAnJ6FbRbUk/s320/DSCF7221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399352376493567106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elijah is so different from what Sydney had been. He cuddles with numerous stuffed animals in his bed (Syd always threw any animal on the floor, afraid of them at bed time). His bed often gets quite full...a duck, stuffed monkey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mahal&lt;/span&gt;, and Curious George (which is actually Syd's, but Eli has 'adopted' him) and now '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bownie&lt;/span&gt; Bea,' as Eli says, are amongst the animals that can be found in his bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mall, they met Sydney at school for lunch. Syd was so surprised and excited. She even talked them into staying for recess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was a busy one. Ron had a race in Grafton, so we headed to West Bend to stay with Nana and Papa. On the way to the race, we stopped off in Port Washington to play at the wonder park. The kids had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoJqjgdkUI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/crgTqBoGCNQ/s1600-h/P1000544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398137730047512898" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoJqjgdkUI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/crgTqBoGCNQ/s320/P1000544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoJqRZdlZI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/1vyosjcavpA/s1600-h/P1000546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398137725186315666" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoJqRZdlZI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/1vyosjcavpA/s320/P1000546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The park in Grafton was beautiful. We had fun walking along the river and on the trails through the park. It was also neat to see the kilns. Here are Sydney and Elijah posing with Nana and Papa in front of one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoIUE0VEoI/AAAAAAAAA9A/buX1xX1eu10/s1600-h/P1000553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398136244340593282" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoIUE0VEoI/AAAAAAAAA9A/buX1xX1eu10/s320/P1000553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoI5XP61mI/AAAAAAAAA9I/V-t2EJlE0fo/s1600-h/P1000572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 213px; float: right; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398136884943312482" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoI5XP61mI/AAAAAAAAA9I/V-t2EJlE0fo/s320/P1000572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and Benny checking them out too. It was such a chilly day. Even with winter clothing on, we were still pretty cold. The kids ended up needing to warm up in the car. Near the end of the race, it even started to flurry. Just NOT what you expect on October 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a clip of Ron racing. If you look closely, you can see the snow flying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8766674f3662a37d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8766674f3662a37d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2DBB73F39A6ED95A34E6A96473432A176138B432.3F2B5B1643B8C93757D4B1068676B8414577BEC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8766674f3662a37d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dcb7DLGUNzl2wirOUF7aAkNREsmM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8766674f3662a37d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2DBB73F39A6ED95A34E6A96473432A176138B432.3F2B5B1643B8C93757D4B1068676B8414577BEC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8766674f3662a37d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dcb7DLGUNzl2wirOUF7aAkNREsmM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoIBai1sVI/AAAAAAAAA84/Lc5alaYmTYE/s1600-h/P1000587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; float: left; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398135923755299154" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoIBai1sVI/AAAAAAAAA84/Lc5alaYmTYE/s320/P1000587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday, we took the kids to a fall festival. We did some of the inside activities. The kids took a try at pumpkin bowling before we headed outside. It was still very windy and cold, but pony rides, a petting zoo and bounce houses kept them moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoHo5rgEvI/AAAAAAAAA8w/3japDntvEoU/s1600-h/P1000613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 213px; float: right; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398135502616400626" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoHo5rgEvI/AAAAAAAAA8w/3japDntvEoU/s320/P1000613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After some convincing, we even talked Sydney into trying the 'monkey jump' that she was so afraid of. When she got on, she said she wasn't going to do any flips =) (she saw other, older kids do flips in the air!) Once she got jumping, she had a blast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving, we had to wait for face painting, of course. Sydney didn't want to go with the fall or Halloween theme when she saw she could get a heart. Elijah, on the other hand, the spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoHaGDb3AI/AAAAAAAAA8o/nJOvfg0p8k0/s1600-h/P1000617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398135248239975426" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoHaGDb3AI/AAAAAAAAA8o/nJOvfg0p8k0/s320/P1000617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoHZ1b2ZoI/AAAAAAAAA8g/IPM7xGJ7IlQ/s1600-h/P1000616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 301px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398135243778975362" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoHZ1b2ZoI/AAAAAAAAA8g/IPM7xGJ7IlQ/s320/P1000616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving back in Cross Plains, we discovered that the tree in our front year had lost all of it's leaves. Syd 'helped' Ron rake the leaves so she could jump in them a few times before they were picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoG8HwKGCI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/leoE37oOPLY/s1600-h/DSCF7075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398134733299914786" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoG8HwKGCI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/leoE37oOPLY/s320/DSCF7075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-1620838461562660803?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/1620838461562660803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=1620838461562660803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1620838461562660803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1620838461562660803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-fun.html' title='Fall fun'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SuoMMkSU6vI/AAAAAAAAA94/Tr5CmKhVbFo/s72-c/DSCF7072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-4618686811693522564</id><published>2009-09-26T06:55:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:09:22.297-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Revisting Summer</title><content type='html'>The weather the last weekend was simply wonderful. It was much nicer and warmer than many days this summer. We took advantage of it by heading to the zoo. Henry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vilas&lt;/span&gt; Zoo in Madison is small, but it's a great, cheap outing for a couple of hours. The kids have some favorite stops every time we go to the zoo. In addition to the carousel, train, goats, and photo cut outs, Syd loves to 'measure up' by the primate house.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun9UMAkALI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/pF6BdkqFFaA/s1600-h/DSCF7024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398124151643046066" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun9UMAkALI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/pF6BdkqFFaA/s320/DSCF7024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eli had to get in on some of the fun like his big sister. He is very much in a 'monkey see, monkey do' stage with everything that Sydney does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun9ToUWguI/AAAAAAAAA8I/e1hfTwq-LqA/s1600-h/DSCF7025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398124142062371554" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun9ToUWguI/AAAAAAAAA8I/e1hfTwq-LqA/s320/DSCF7025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun8yeDSdsI/AAAAAAAAA8A/4wNKn19IxxQ/s1600-h/DSCF7017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; float: left; height: 213px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398123572370765506" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun8yeDSdsI/AAAAAAAAA8A/4wNKn19IxxQ/s320/DSCF7017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This turtle is another popular photo opp that we often have to visit. I do enjoy taking the many pictures of the kids year after year, because it's fun to go back and look at how they have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grown&lt;/span&gt; and changed. Other than being disappointed that the goat feeding area was already closed for the season, the kids had a great time. Seeing the animals, riding the train and carousel, and sharing a corn dog and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;popsicle&lt;/span&gt; kept them happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, Sydney the kids enjoyed some play time with friends while Eli slept for a while. When he woke up, he was ready to go again. Elijah definitely has a mind of his own and he loves to jump from one thing to the next (literally also), but you never know what it will be. I was in the back yard weeding when he came around the house and started jumping off the rock walls. When I noticed his outfit, I just had to get the camera. He loves the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;froggy&lt;/span&gt; boots and will put them on often. However only minutes later, he was ready for his shoes and onto something new again. He was pretty excited to be four-wheeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun8bTw12TI/AAAAAAAAA74/XCxIKW0XzYo/s1600-h/DSCF7037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 301px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398123174472046898" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun8bTw12TI/AAAAAAAAA74/XCxIKW0XzYo/s320/DSCF7037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun8KrYAZgI/AAAAAAAAA7o/y_1vppAYrPI/s1600-h/DSCF7039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 301px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398122888752555522" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun8KrYAZgI/AAAAAAAAA7o/y_1vppAYrPI/s320/DSCF7039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, we had another interesting experience. The kids wanted to head to 'church park' with their friends, so off we went. Elijah wanted to ride his own bike, which always ends up being interesting because I usually carry or push it after a short while when he decides to walk instead. This time was no different. We got to the park fine and had a great time, but when it was time to leave Eli was hungry...which equals...crabby. He wanted to ride his bike down the hills. He does quite well and actually goes pretty quick. After coming down and returning to the top to "do it again, Mama, moon hill!" about five times, I finally decided I would need to carry Elijah or we'd never make it home. SO, carrying him kicking and screaming all the way to 'our' park, while also carrying his bike, we made it. I set Eli on the grass while I 'took a break' from him since I was so upset. I left to walk his bike home before returning for him, but in the meantime Eli decided to head back for the 'hills'. As he was running away from me, he was turning around to laugh and smile (it was all a game for him). Before I could reach him, he stepped on the edge of the curb and fell...right on his face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun70-_H5DI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Y7HGhdmXRL0/s1600-h/sun1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 267px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398122516059776050" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun70-_H5DI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Y7HGhdmXRL0/s320/sun1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun71A8rg9I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/5aiB9FHbJ-0/s1600-h/mon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 267px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398122516586398674" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun71A8rg9I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/5aiB9FHbJ-0/s320/mon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is his injury progression. It looked pretty bad on Sunday, and though it started to 'dry up' and scab over by Monday morning it still looked sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun71bvZyYI/AAAAAAAAA7g/XA8Lj__qw4A/s1600-h/tues.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 213px; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398122523778468226" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun71bvZyYI/AAAAAAAAA7g/XA8Lj__qw4A/s320/tues.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the week went on, everyone was commenting on his scab and bruise. I'm amazed at how well it looks now. He has peeled his scab off, but it doesn't seem to be scarring too badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun7SqC9btI/AAAAAAAAA7I/-_nPE5CkrAs/s1600-h/DSCF7058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; float: left; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398121926323171026" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun7SqC9btI/AAAAAAAAA7I/-_nPE5CkrAs/s320/DSCF7058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A highlight for Sydney this week was her first open house at school. She was pleased to show us her classroom and we were happy to hear that she is doing well in school. Mrs. Cross, Sydney's teacher, said that she is a 'leader' in the classroom and helps a lot in the classroom. We just HAD to ask if Syd is 'bossy' but Mrs. Cross said at this point, she sees her as a good leader. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was the start of Ron's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cyclocross&lt;/span&gt; race season. It ended up being a pretty nice day. The race was in Sun Prairie and the kids really like the park there so it was pretty easy to keep them entertained. Here's Syd explaining the course to Ron when he was finished. Eli had fun playing in the rocks (and notice the cheek!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun7CHA67RI/AAAAAAAAA7A/oNl5hFEwZl8/s1600-h/P1000444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 301px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398121642041470226" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun7CHA67RI/AAAAAAAAA7A/oNl5hFEwZl8/s320/P1000444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun6vzhveFI/AAAAAAAAA64/NeqdSQRrGMw/s1600-h/P1000458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398121327572777042" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun6vzhveFI/AAAAAAAAA64/NeqdSQRrGMw/s320/P1000458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun6BdhJ4WI/AAAAAAAAA6g/_aJEjDzvbJc/s1600-h/DSCF7060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 213px; float: right; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398120531390751074" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun6BdhJ4WI/AAAAAAAAA6g/_aJEjDzvbJc/s320/DSCF7060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday wasn't exactly a rainy day, but we got enough to wet the ground in the afternoon. The kids took advantage of it as a time to get out their rain coats, boots and umbrellas to march around in the 'rain'. They did look pretty cute, I must say!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun6T7qijnI/AAAAAAAAA6o/2EjRMEd5Ubo/s1600-h/DSCF7059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 213px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398120848720825970" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun6T7qijnI/AAAAAAAAA6o/2EjRMEd5Ubo/s320/DSCF7059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-4618686811693522564?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/4618686811693522564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=4618686811693522564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/4618686811693522564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/4618686811693522564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/09/revisting-summer.html' title='Revisting Summer'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sun9UMAkALI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/pF6BdkqFFaA/s72-c/DSCF7024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-936324300869203271</id><published>2009-09-13T21:20:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:43:35.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SO big...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELIJAH IS TWO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6SlxmaFnI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/cNF9BH_3uVA/s1600-h/fam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6SlxmaFnI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/cNF9BH_3uVA/s320/fam.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385903382048937586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so hard to believe that my 'baby boy' is already two years old. We celebrated yesterday with a few playgroup and neighborhood friends. It was a perfect day with warm weather. The kids ended up playing indoors and in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6UrrapMAI/AAAAAAAAA44/id1qiOtgj8w/s1600-h/sibs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6UrrapMAI/AAAAAAAAA44/id1qiOtgj8w/s320/sibs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385905682491453442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6UsJi-WVI/AAAAAAAAA5A/8v7K_zhw6MQ/s1600-h/pres.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6UsJi-WVI/AAAAAAAAA5A/8v7K_zhw6MQ/s320/pres.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385905690579458386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah had fun just hanging out with his friends, but the 'cookie cake' and presents also caused huge excitement for him. He got a truck with tractors on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trailer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6T8gBEI5I/AAAAAAAAA4w/7iTpfd9wbDI/s1600-h/group.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6T8gBEI5I/AAAAAAAAA4w/7iTpfd9wbDI/s320/group.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385904871977526162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thomas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jibbitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crocs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and Thomas videos with a train whistle. He was such a happy guy! Our best shot at a group picture wasn't the greatest. The 'big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sibs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' all sat so nice, but the two year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; didn't want much to do with sitting still or smiling (one of them didn't even make it into this shot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the party was just as much for Sydney than it was for Elijah. She was so happy to spend some time with her 'buddies'! Allison and Carson were happy to pose for this picture, as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6SmMhG_JI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/yZWZsf1skwM/s1600-h/big+kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6SmMhG_JI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/yZWZsf1skwM/s320/big+kids.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385903389274471570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;**Some notes on my 'little man' now that he's two. For quite a while, Elijah was not much of a talker. That is all beginning to change. He is starting to put words together to get his point across. We still have some frustrations when he chooses to hit and bite to get what he wants or even just to gain attention, but we're starting to figure Eli out and 'distract' him sometimes. He loves to chase, so saying "I'm gonna get you" and starting to run and play usually helps. Elijah is definitely a lover. He loves to give kisses and hugs everyday. When he doesn't want to give a kiss and I pretend to cry, I get about 10 big kisses, and hugs to go with... not to mention he often asks for 'moon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' (Elijah's way of asking for 'more cry'). Eli loves to play with his toys and does well playing on his own, especially with his train table and car mat. He enjoys loading cars on and off his truck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;trailers&lt;/span&gt;. Though he is fairly independent often saying 'Me do it,' Elijah also LOVES to be with his sister and friends. He is quick to follow whether it be playing with Barbies, Polly Pockets, Princesses, babies or just looking at books. He is such a sweetheart and will do anything for his big sis. If Sydney is gone, on a time-out, crying, hurt or sleeping, Elijah is the first to ask for her, seek her out and either comfort her or give her a hug to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;"Sah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, De-nee" even if it was her being mean to him! Elijah is still our risk taker, though, under that soft side. Eli loves jumping, running, climbing and speed. He loves to be thrown up in the air and caught, going down 'big hills' on his bike (he just picks his feet up and coasts, but turns around and climbs back up for more), jumping off of furniture, climbing on ANY structure at the parks and wrestling. Though we have our moments with the 'terrible twos', I'm loving this age and seeing that little mind work. I have enjoyed cuddling with Eli since the day he was born, and love when he asks for me when he's tired. "Mommy, now" is all he has to say to melt my heart because I know that someday that may change. This weekend is both happy and sad for me. It's hard to see him growing so fast, but I also love to see him growing so fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you "Little Man!" Happy 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to it being Eli's day yesterday, Syd had a big event, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6Rdqy5CyI/AAAAAAAAA3o/LNJKHJDAHZQ/s1600-h/b4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6Rdqy5CyI/AAAAAAAAA3o/LNJKHJDAHZQ/s320/b4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385902143271668514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6Rd37WaoI/AAAAAAAAA3w/tXhX2-tRX2Q/s1600-h/done.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6Rd37WaoI/AAAAAAAAA3w/tXhX2-tRX2Q/s320/done.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385902146796808834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before........................AND.......................After.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6SKMx4I5I/AAAAAAAAA4I/7H_sW5lEXqE/s1600-h/tail.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6SKMx4I5I/AAAAAAAAA4I/7H_sW5lEXqE/s320/tail.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385902908308464530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really wanted Sydney to get her hair cut in May or June so that it would make the swimming and pool season easier, but she just wasn't ready. She often said "If I have short hair, I can't be a princess." Well, that mentality has changed and we're LOVING the 'new do.' She was so excited to hold up that pony tail after I cut it off. Nana, of course, had a lot more work to do on her, but Sydney was all smiles through the whole thing. We distracted her with a movie after she became impatient, but the whole time she couldn't stop talking about how excited she was to see it and show her friends (especially Lindsey who HAD to get her hair cut last week.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6SmrBS03I/AAAAAAAAA4g/SNAPjbW2vOM/s1600-h/DSCF6980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6SmrBS03I/AAAAAAAAA4g/SNAPjbW2vOM/s320/DSCF6980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385903397462528882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the big girl with the new big girl haircut (and two front teeth missing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6ReYQDbXI/AAAAAAAAA34/2ItPY86MN9c/s1600-h/after1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6ReYQDbXI/AAAAAAAAA34/2ItPY86MN9c/s320/after1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385902155473579378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6Rejiw9eI/AAAAAAAAA4A/iNzu4OVhRTw/s1600-h/after2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6Rejiw9eI/AAAAAAAAA4A/iNzu4OVhRTw/s320/after2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385902158504850914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, it was Elijah's turn. He was not nearly as excited about his haircut, and definitely NOT cooperative. Nana did get it done, though, before we headed out to the apple orchard for some fun. Sydney and Eli had to 'measure up' before we got picking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6RdC7FZLI/AAAAAAAAA3g/bRq-Z-g8EpY/s1600-h/app+s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6RdC7FZLI/AAAAAAAAA3g/bRq-Z-g8EpY/s320/app+s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385902132568614066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6QczcurGI/AAAAAAAAA3I/G_tCHl_lweU/s1600-h/app+e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6QczcurGI/AAAAAAAAA3I/G_tCHl_lweU/s320/app+e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385901028903136354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we did get out to pick, Eli just wanted to hide under all of the trees and explore. Sydney enjoyed picking and sampling the apples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6QdfhsdMI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/pDbpu8uGiHk/s1600-h/e+pick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6QdfhsdMI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/pDbpu8uGiHk/s320/e+pick.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385901040735122626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6QdgfgGDI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/HqCTXPVbODc/s1600-h/s+pick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6QdgfgGDI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/HqCTXPVbODc/s320/s+pick.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385901040994359346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but not as much as they enjoyed picking and 'sampling' the raspberries. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6P1YeATII/AAAAAAAAA24/JTt1dTvrrmg/s1600-h/rasp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6P1YeATII/AAAAAAAAA24/JTt1dTvrrmg/s320/rasp.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385900351645830274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elijah has become very good at hunting for ripe berries after practicing on our neighbors' bushes this summer. They both had their share of fruit before heading inside for cider and popcorn. It was a GREAT weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-936324300869203271?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/936324300869203271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=936324300869203271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/936324300869203271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/936324300869203271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-big.html' title='SO big...'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr6SlxmaFnI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/cNF9BH_3uVA/s72-c/fam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-1047374506038105002</id><published>2009-09-07T22:49:00.026-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:51:48.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up too fast</title><content type='html'>A beautiful and perfect day at the beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr4KtVuPvZI/AAAAAAAAA2I/eZ__rfxlRPc/s1600-h/DSCF6894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385753978423197074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr4KtVuPvZI/AAAAAAAAA2I/eZ__rfxlRPc/s320/DSCF6894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr4KsohdDZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/DH_ACsHOIUw/s1600-h/S+beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385753966289948050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr4KsohdDZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/DH_ACsHOIUw/s320/S+beach.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;...to celebrate a beautiful and perfect 2 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SsnbYPAIMvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/2j-F7tbtAyI/s1600-h/DSCF6885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389079638515921650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SsnbYPAIMvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/2j-F7tbtAyI/s320/DSCF6885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday, we had Eli's second birthday celebration with our families. We went down to the lake in Milwaukee. It ended up being the perfect day for an outside party at the beach. The highlights of the day for Elijah were definitely the '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt;' cake that Auntie Kerri made, the Thomas decorations Nana picked out and playing endlessly with his cousins, aunts and uncles all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Ssnc5UJSMkI/AAAAAAAAA5o/wkGihx0dU9o/s1600-h/P1000440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389081306343813698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Ssnc5UJSMkI/AAAAAAAAA5o/wkGihx0dU9o/s320/P1000440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just walking through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After soaking himself by having lots of fun playing in the water table at the park, Elijah ended up in a diaper for a while. He had a blast hanging out, but making sand castle birthday cakes with Auntie Lisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Ssnc5w2edBI/AAAAAAAAA5w/9xt2St7TNSs/s1600-h/P1000449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389081314049553426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Ssnc5w2edBI/AAAAAAAAA5w/9xt2St7TNSs/s320/P1000449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and chasing Jake up and down the slide kept him occupied for a good portion of the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Ssnch5lLI7I/AAAAAAAAA5g/WB0xeDPo0N0/s1600-h/P1000460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389080904076043186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Ssnch5lLI7I/AAAAAAAAA5g/WB0xeDPo0N0/s320/P1000460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SsnchOyhjYI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/pyrK4gJL5pw/s1600-h/P1000455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389080892589313410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SsnchOyhjYI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/pyrK4gJL5pw/s320/P1000455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Ssncgs4fgNI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Acul_QI-irA/s1600-h/P1000454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389080883487539410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Ssncgs4fgNI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Acul_QI-irA/s320/P1000454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The smiles and laughs were exactly what every birthday party should include.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Stkm6Hz3HHI/AAAAAAAAA54/c2Ekk10rFy8/s1600-h/miller+pk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393384808723717234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Stkm6Hz3HHI/AAAAAAAAA54/c2Ekk10rFy8/s320/miller+pk.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weekend fun continued. Yesterday, we went to the Brewer game. Elijah fell asleep in the car on the way and missed most of the tailgating, but was excited to be at the 'boo-uh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geme&lt;/span&gt;'. The kids liked the idea of going to the game, but as soon as we neared the stadium, Sydney started to ask about getting balloon animals, face painting and playing in the kid areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and Kate had gotten Sydney and Elijah some fun little gifts for the party, but they also helped entertain at the game. Elijah and Jeff had fun with the silly glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/StknwSCKN4I/AAAAAAAAA6I/snGLJkbNfDg/s1600-h/e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393385739180980098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/StknwSCKN4I/AAAAAAAAA6I/snGLJkbNfDg/s320/e.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/StkpFir8sQI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/I1vwKjVtaLs/s1600-h/lisa+luck.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393387203940102402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/StkpFir8sQI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/I1vwKjVtaLs/s320/lisa+luck.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was slow moving which made more reason for Sydney to walk around and explore. Knowing that our friends, Andy and Robin, were also at the game, Sydney wanted to go find them. After some hunting and phone tag, we found them and enjoyed watching the extra innings with them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/StkuIGLMREI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/sk6bIiON4pI/s1600-h/ron+andy.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393392745384264770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/StkuIGLMREI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/sk6bIiON4pI/s320/ron+andy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After three extra innings and us deciding it was time to leave with our tired kiddos, the Brewers finally won the game. We got to see Bernie go down the slide and see the fireworks (though it was from right outside the stadium) which is the whole reason Sydney enjoys going to Miller Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr4RrpLIo5I/AAAAAAAAA2g/1N0BgJURRK0/s1600-h/bowl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385761645866296210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr4RrpLIo5I/AAAAAAAAA2g/1N0BgJURRK0/s320/bowl.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was yet another monumental day. It started out like any other 'stay-at-home-day' (as Sydney refers to weekends). Elijah enjoyed some time playing with all of his new birthday gifts as I unpacked them and put them away. Sydney insisted on playing with Lindsey until she was delivered back home early this afternoon. The playtime had to end since Lindsey had to go to the salon to try to fix her hair. The girls had decided to cut their own hair. Syd's really didn't turn out too bad since she had just trimmed the sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it neared bed time, I decided we really needed to pull out Syd's loose teeth that were barely hanging on and were beginning to look gray in color. She was a little nervous to start but after I got the first one out she let me attempt the second. Here is our BIG girl's new look... (with Eli who also had to pose for a picture like his big sis).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr4QmwhvPAI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/1tQRtWOJ-bM/s1600-h/s+teeth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385760462429174786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr4QmwhvPAI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/1tQRtWOJ-bM/s320/s+teeth.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr4QnZAo1UI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/LjJK1rzRTZE/s1600-h/e+teeth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385760473296196930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr4QnZAo1UI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/LjJK1rzRTZE/s320/e+teeth.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so proud and grown up when she put her teeth in her special pillow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr4SEEmYOpI/AAAAAAAAA2o/A0jwcKyjAhI/s1600-h/pillow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385762065545181842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr4SEEmYOpI/AAAAAAAAA2o/A0jwcKyjAhI/s320/pillow.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and then put that under her pillow...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr4SE1ckBxI/AAAAAAAAA2w/IjF56Qsa90Q/s1600-h/pillow2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385762078657349394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr4SE1ckBxI/AAAAAAAAA2w/IjF56Qsa90Q/s320/pillow2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...waiting to see what the tooth fairy would leave her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like just yesterday that I had these little babies swaddled up and cuddling with me during their first nights in the hospital. I can't believe how they have each grown and how they continue to bring even more joy to me every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-1047374506038105002?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/1047374506038105002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=1047374506038105002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1047374506038105002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1047374506038105002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/09/growing-up-too-fast.html' title='Growing up too fast'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sr4KtVuPvZI/AAAAAAAAA2I/eZ__rfxlRPc/s72-c/DSCF6894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-1915821424769810137</id><published>2009-09-04T21:24:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T06:55:06.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy 'end' to summer</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks behind, again. I will be documenting the quick version of our last weeks of summer break. We kept very busy and tried to enjoy every minute. Maybe I will have more time as we get into the school year, or maybe over winter break, or maybe when my kids are grown. I will try my best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*After the Brewer Game, the kids went home with Nana and Papa since I had class. It was Elijah's first two nights away from home without mom. He did great and was very excited! On Monday night, Syd called to let me know that she had her first loose TEETH... two of them. I told her she couldn't lose teeth yet, because she's still my baby. Her response was, "but Mom, I'll still love you!" What a sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Syd finished off her soccer season. Ron was the coach of her team this summer. Sydney did great and really seemed to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq25S09MlaI/AAAAAAAAA14/Kioaa_DQHAw/s1600-h/soccr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq25S09MlaI/AAAAAAAAA14/Kioaa_DQHAw/s320/soccr.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381160862881715618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq25SfCLPhI/AAAAAAAAA1w/jQrLQvkdiB0/s1600-h/socc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq25SfCLPhI/AAAAAAAAA1w/jQrLQvkdiB0/s320/socc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381160856997019154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We spend lots of time with our closest neighbors. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; has been like a brother to Syd since they've hung out since they were babies. Elijah and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; have also started to enjoy playing. Here are the two little monkeys...jumping on the bed. Sydney and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; are checking out the snails I brought home from school to take care of this summer. They were excited to see the baby snails in the cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq25R9VjtKI/AAAAAAAAA1o/q-jONp_BvU8/s1600-h/ej+play.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq25R9VjtKI/AAAAAAAAA1o/q-jONp_BvU8/s320/ej+play.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381160847951508642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq25RcuD_TI/AAAAAAAAA1g/PYrYBLG_uPA/s1600-h/snal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq25RcuD_TI/AAAAAAAAA1g/PYrYBLG_uPA/s320/snal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381160839195917618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sydney and Lindsey performed a 'ballet piece' in the neighborhood talent show that was organized by some girls. When they were complimented and asked if they had practiced much, Syd chimed in, "No not at all. We just got up and danced." (we would have never guessed! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq24sVl11-I/AAAAAAAAA1I/sYRd0L9_U0M/s1600-h/dance.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq24sVl11-I/AAAAAAAAA1I/sYRd0L9_U0M/s320/dance.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381160201627228130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq24sPONW9I/AAAAAAAAA1A/tHX7sKdg6-U/s1600-h/dance2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq24sPONW9I/AAAAAAAAA1A/tHX7sKdg6-U/s320/dance2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381160199917493202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Syd's solo performance in the talent show was riding figure eights one her bike. She did very well and was very proud of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq24tV4yggI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/LlgsvzB8LHA/s1600-h/bike1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq24tV4yggI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/LlgsvzB8LHA/s320/bike1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381160218886570498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq24swIH9MI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GFShKdRai0A/s1600-h/bike2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq24swIH9MI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GFShKdRai0A/s320/bike2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381160208750343362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Elijah just took it all in. He enjoyed watching some of the performances, but especially liked snacking on the pop corn and being chased by all the 'big girls' that were trying to keep him in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq24Oh2fKEI/AAAAAAAAA04/_qXI7Y9Mrqw/s1600-h/watch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq24Oh2fKEI/AAAAAAAAA04/_qXI7Y9Mrqw/s320/watch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381159689522194498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The following day, the pool closed. It was our last opportunity to get in the pool for a final swim prior to 'dog days.' The weather was a little chilly, but the kids both got in to enjoy some last splashing for the season. Elijah has made a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;progress&lt;/span&gt; in the water this summer. He is much more confident and willing to try. Sydney is able to go off the board and down the slide without a life jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq23z61CC4I/AAAAAAAAA0w/FkgoM1glSD4/s1600-h/syd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq23z61CC4I/AAAAAAAAA0w/FkgoM1glSD4/s320/syd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381159232370510722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq23Z_GXtQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/jcV7y3RzbFI/s1600-h/train.JPG"&gt; &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b295b98d965e9ea6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db295b98d965e9ea6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D41F3ABA8757D720E1427809F86897F62A47549.17AF297BCD07F2C4EC50D6C4ABEB8299A1B4AA1E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db295b98d965e9ea6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZfboY3z2ekFMhenuMJ7Gl1p0gJM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db295b98d965e9ea6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D41F3ABA8757D720E1427809F86897F62A47549.17AF297BCD07F2C4EC50D6C4ABEB8299A1B4AA1E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db295b98d965e9ea6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZfboY3z2ekFMhenuMJ7Gl1p0gJM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*'Dog days' at the pool is Benny's favorite day. 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The kids had a great time (except for in the haunted house and on the tilt-a-whirl where there were some tears!) The weather was chilly, so the Dells option was out. The rides were perfect and kept everyone entertained for hours. Sydney was such a good big sister and helped Elijah go on all of the 'kiddie' rides. The train ride was impressive and, of course, one of Eli's favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq22phA-UoI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/rLcvOt2ix0g/s1600-h/parade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq22phA-UoI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/rLcvOt2ix0g/s320/parade.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381157954130956930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Middleton's Good Neighbor Fest Parade was on a beautiful day. Sydney was excited to be able to go with her 'good neighbor' friend Lindsey. Fun was had by all. We left with lots of candy and the only disappointment was that there were no horses in the parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*At last the greatly anticipated day had come. Sydney was ready to begin school. I was happy that it was on Monday so that I could take her and pick her up. My first day wasn't until Tuesday. It's hard to believe how fast the past years have flown by. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Xander&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; are attending St. Peter's with Sydney. The little brothers had to get in for the 'first day shot' with the big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sibs&lt;/span&gt;. Since Elijah was home with me after a summer with Sydney home with us most days, I think I heard "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Where'd&lt;/span&gt; Sydney go?" about 30 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq22ZMzilDI/AAAAAAAAA0A/clGUSdKP4vk/s1600-h/day1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq22ZMzilDI/AAAAAAAAA0A/clGUSdKP4vk/s320/day1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381157673827996722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq22Zvp3bvI/AAAAAAAAA0I/am-8ZvspcEc/s1600-h/first.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq22Zvp3bvI/AAAAAAAAA0I/am-8ZvspcEc/s320/first.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381157683182661362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq22AVpLasI/AAAAAAAAAz4/r3ITp6PJLTo/s1600-h/friends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq22AVpLasI/AAAAAAAAAz4/r3ITp6PJLTo/s320/friends.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381157246703725250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*After school, we picked Sydney up and headed to Governor Nelson for some play time with some of the families from St. Peter's. Sydney was so happy from her big day and also excited to help her little bro find the playground and beach. These moments don't happen nearly as much as I'd like...I just had to capture the sweetness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq21yBadF4I/AAAAAAAAAzw/xL9d0nnETKQ/s1600-h/walk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq21yBadF4I/AAAAAAAAAzw/xL9d0nnETKQ/s320/walk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381157000755091330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq21x6w-KoI/AAAAAAAAAzo/mpezZaE0_BM/s1600-h/park.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq21x6w-KoI/AAAAAAAAAzo/mpezZaE0_BM/s320/park.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381156998970485378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm sad to say that summer is 'over' but glad we had a great summer, we have so much to look forward to with the new school year, and Elijah is excited to see his friends back at Brenda's house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-1915821424769810137?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/1915821424769810137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=1915821424769810137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1915821424769810137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1915821424769810137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy-end-to-summer.html' title='Busy &apos;end&apos; to summer'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq25S09MlaI/AAAAAAAAA14/Kioaa_DQHAw/s72-c/soccr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-542460687518182181</id><published>2009-08-17T08:20:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:17:19.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on the road!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq1yizsjlwI/AAAAAAAAAzA/ch-9fGEAdqk/s1600-h/md.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq1yizsjlwI/AAAAAAAAAzA/ch-9fGEAdqk/s320/md.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381083072095819522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got home from vacation, we enjoyed the afternoon and morning at home before hitting the road again. This time were off to West Bend to celebrate Dad's birthday, but actually Mom's too. Mom's friend Diane wanted to plan a party for Mom but figured she would expect it if it were close to her actual birthday (in February) so decided to have a 1/2 birthday party for her. It worked out that Mom's 59 1/2 birthday was only three days before Dad's 60th. It was intended to be a surprise, but Mom was suspicious. Dad on the other hand, had no clue. I was glad to be able to spend the day with the family and get to see all of the aunts and uncles that we don't see too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq1yG1hDvRI/AAAAAAAAAy4/6CcpT0J7Cqw/s1600-h/dad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq1yG1hDvRI/AAAAAAAAAy4/6CcpT0J7Cqw/s320/dad.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381082591548128530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the kids were happy to see Nana, Papa, Auntie, Aaron and Kate, but throw in some cake and presents and it makes the day even better. They ran around and played in the hall all afternoon. When it was time to sing and have cake, Uncle Larry taught Elijah to sneak frosting and had to 'encourage' Eli to get the frosting off the cake, but once he got started, he just wanted more. Check out that smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq11v6qOL1I/AAAAAAAAAzI/p9hco9eIfJY/s1600-h/DSCF6691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq11v6qOL1I/AAAAAAAAAzI/p9hco9eIfJY/s320/DSCF6691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381086595838259026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sydney just HAD to help with the presents. She opened almost all of them, without understanding there weren't many toys. There were some gag gifts, of course. Sydney tried on Nana's new glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq1x0RxB1kI/AAAAAAAAAyo/03Sr3MW40tU/s1600-h/gifts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq1x0RxB1kI/AAAAAAAAAyo/03Sr3MW40tU/s320/gifts.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381082272713791042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq1x0w8ondI/AAAAAAAAAyw/aJ-U2yI5hE4/s1600-h/glass.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq1x0w8ondI/AAAAAAAAAyw/aJ-U2yI5hE4/s320/glass.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381082281083968978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Mom with the party hostess and host. Tom and Diane are my parents dear friends who they often spend time with playing cards or games, going to dinners and vacationing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq1xhskjQaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/VNZ8S2t9V-A/s1600-h/td.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq1xhskjQaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/VNZ8S2t9V-A/s320/td.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381081953491698082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq2g6AVcvDI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/xLh74dy0PNk/s1600-h/fam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq2g6AVcvDI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/xLh74dy0PNk/s320/fam.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381134048160431154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, we went to the Brewer Game, which was the part of the weekend that was planned. After tailgating, Elijah was happy to get into the stadium with built up anticipation for the 'Boo-ah geem.' However, after a couple of minutes Eli got got up and said 'all done' and was ready to walk around and explore. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq2hXJsNwJI/AAAAAAAAAzg/lNZot6HfJDc/s1600-h/s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq2hXJsNwJI/AAAAAAAAAzg/lNZot6HfJDc/s320/s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381134548888043666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucky Miller Park has some areas made for families like ours. Balloon animals, slides, face painting and sausage races. What more could you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq2hWlPQsDI/AAAAAAAAAzY/7gJXG2pT_Q8/s1600-h/e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq2hWlPQsDI/AAAAAAAAAzY/7gJXG2pT_Q8/s320/e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381134539102924850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli did eventually fall asleep after walking around being carried, but was ready to run again after a couple of innings. On the family days, they open the stadium up for the kids to run the bases after the game. Sydney had done this last year but this year was Elijah's first time. Ron was pretty excited to 'assist' Eli around the bases. Here's a little shot of them crossing home plate! Some day the kids will realize how cool of an experience it was, but for now it was just a fun thing to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ef3691d329ee869d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def3691d329ee869d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D32DEC2FE71B66D4B68CD83003D541D6453E9D6BC.4702CC916D0BB827730B1EAC981D265044FB462A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def3691d329ee869d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7SlNH2aIaloa-IqiPzAcp8K9OH4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def3691d329ee869d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D32DEC2FE71B66D4B68CD83003D541D6453E9D6BC.4702CC916D0BB827730B1EAC981D265044FB462A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def3691d329ee869d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7SlNH2aIaloa-IqiPzAcp8K9OH4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-542460687518182181?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/542460687518182181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=542460687518182181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/542460687518182181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/542460687518182181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/08/ksejgfioadhgio.html' title='Back on the road!'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sq1yizsjlwI/AAAAAAAAAzA/ch-9fGEAdqk/s72-c/md.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-1730330870281706977</id><published>2009-08-15T22:10:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:26:17.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation end...</title><content type='html'>We arrived home yesterday evening. Our vacation to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jellystone&lt;/span&gt; was pretty laid back to allow for time for some r&amp;amp;r but it was still a lot of fun. There was lots to do and we took full advantage of all there was to offer. The weather was pleasantly warm allowing for plenty of water time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsPUCFk6OI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Sqq3O5BjvGw/s1600-h/duck2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsPUCFk6OI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Sqq3O5BjvGw/s320/duck2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380411016656251106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsPFZp18uI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/gTI6iHJXYKY/s1600-h/balloon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsPFZp18uI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/gTI6iHJXYKY/s320/balloon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380410765284340450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids definitely loved the water. There were several different swimming and activity pools, a large slide and a water park area with a lazy river and kid play area. The water balloon launch was also in this area. While Syd liked to shoot the balloons up, Elijah loved carrying them around and throwing them at anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsOlIo9-3I/AAAAAAAAAyI/EE-BkuzjkIw/s1600-h/swan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsOlIo9-3I/AAAAAAAAAyI/EE-BkuzjkIw/s320/swan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380410210961455986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swan paddle boats were a hit with Sydney for an evening activity. Eli called them 'geese' and wasn't quite as sure about the whole experience. He ended up on my lap for most of the ride, 'helping' me pedal. After a couple times around the pond, he was ready to watch from the shore and let Syd and Ron go longer. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swimming beach was a different story, though. Elijah's confidence was not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsN-9g54gI/AAAAAAAAAyA/LuVGZgjkqDw/s1600-h/syd+beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsN-9g54gI/AAAAAAAAAyA/LuVGZgjkqDw/s320/syd+beach.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380409555139813890" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsN-UlPpII/AAAAAAAAAx4/hN5Qe45UEo0/s1600-h/lake+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsN-UlPpII/AAAAAAAAAx4/hN5Qe45UEo0/s320/lake+.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380409544152163458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli was quick to follow Syd's lead. Playing in the sand, splashing in the water, and going down the slides kept the kids busy past sunset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story times that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jellystone&lt;/span&gt; had to offer were one thing that Sydney didn't want to miss out on. With Syd's competitive nature, she was always right in there to get as close as possible to the story time host for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsNtrXIyII/AAAAAAAAAxw/kGkTJY321IQ/s1600-h/story.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsNtrXIyII/AAAAAAAAAxw/kGkTJY321IQ/s320/story.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380409258209233026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsNV2zgviI/AAAAAAAAAxg/55fbk9_QjY4/s1600-h/cindy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsNV2zgviI/AAAAAAAAAxg/55fbk9_QjY4/s320/cindy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380408848964173346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elijah wasn't nearly as comfortable as his big sis, however. (Notice his hands in his mouth in these pictures! This is his was of being shy!) Whether it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BooBoo&lt;/span&gt;, Yogi or Cindy he'd get in there but NOT smile. Sydney, on the other hand, looked forward to Cindy Bear all week. Her mini-obsession with 'girls' and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; things carried over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jellystone&lt;/span&gt;, as well.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsNWSBLezI/AAAAAAAAAxo/5Tz4_YWlLbo/s1600-h/boo+boo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsNWSBLezI/AAAAAAAAAxo/5Tz4_YWlLbo/s320/boo+boo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380408856269257522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cindy was the only one who got mail from Syd and also the 'most important' story time host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsLoFTNzyI/AAAAAAAAAxY/0-DFZA4uGEQ/s1600-h/golf2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsLoFTNzyI/AAAAAAAAAxY/0-DFZA4uGEQ/s320/golf2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380406963069636386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini golf became a favorite morning activity. This may have been due to the fact that it opened before the pools, but I think Sydney did actually enjoy the first few holes every time we played...that is before she lost interest and decided to start 'running' the holes with her brother. This little clip shows Eli enjoying one of his favorite holes on the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsJjzi0NHI/AAAAAAAAAw4/uofgo9aVhOo/s1600-h/tunnel+out.JPG"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2c37195cc8fb3618" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2c37195cc8fb3618%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24B1C0A099FE483D3C87E7E21F1A76B21217373.6073DC5C7B2068DBCC4C967B5A36842C44B3F726%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c37195cc8fb3618%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfF9I2bAWVGVEgNQgKZnHZ92O7zI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2c37195cc8fb3618%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24B1C0A099FE483D3C87E7E21F1A76B21217373.6073DC5C7B2068DBCC4C967B5A36842C44B3F726%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c37195cc8fb3618%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfF9I2bAWVGVEgNQgKZnHZ92O7zI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless for further explanation, riding the train was another &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsIrZK8B8I/AAAAAAAAAwo/chajuiTcr78/s1600-h/train.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsIrZK8B8I/AAAAAAAAAwo/chajuiTcr78/s320/train.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380403721408350146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;favorite pass time. The one driver was so nice and let the kids check out the driver seat. Elijah was ecstatic. Every time he heard the horn, he'd start asking for the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt;'...we still can't get him to say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;" or "train". I lost count of how many times we actually rode the train. I ran daily, and some days we had to ride it multiple times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsIq2VvkMI/AAAAAAAAAwg/eQ1pwXbK2ig/s1600-h/ben.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsIq2VvkMI/AAAAAAAAAwg/eQ1pwXbK2ig/s320/ben.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380403712058429634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In addition, we did spend one day of our vacation away from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jellystone&lt;/span&gt;. We traveled over to Sparta where we departed and spent the day riding the Sparta-Elroy bike trail. Here is the trail head monument, Ben Biking. It is a pretty big display. If you look close enough, you can see Syd and Eli sitting in front of the statue. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron dropped me off with the kids at the start of the trail where we spent some time playing in the park while he drove down to park the van and ride back towards us. Since we had only made it a few miles before catching up with him, we had a nice LONG ride together as a family. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsK8O_9shI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/2kFXv9zEDw8/s1600-h/on+bike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsK8O_9shI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/2kFXv9zEDw8/s320/on+bike.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380406209758999058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sydney was ready to be done on the trail-a-bike after only a couple of miles but since it was a hot day, she decided she didn't want to be crowded in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Burley&lt;/span&gt; with Eli either. The most impressive parts of the trail, which also helped us determine which part of the trail we were going to ride, were the old train tunnels. It was so dark and wet we needed to walk through the majority of the tunnels, but it was a nice 'cool down' on a hot day on the trails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsJjcHv5xI/AAAAAAAAAww/V_suNyry32E/s1600-h/burley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsJjcHv5xI/AAAAAAAAAww/V_suNyry32E/s320/burley.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380404684272953106" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsJjzi0NHI/AAAAAAAAAw4/uofgo9aVhOo/s1600-h/tunnel+out.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsJjzi0NHI/AAAAAAAAAw4/uofgo9aVhOo/s320/tunnel+out.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380404690560496754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of our ride, there was a train caboose. The kids were happy to be off the bike, out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Burley&lt;/span&gt; and able to run around and play. Elijah really didn't want to leave the train.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsKBu8qm8I/AAAAAAAAAxA/Ke-dYWclfqA/s1600-h/eli.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsKBu8qm8I/AAAAAAAAAxA/Ke-dYWclfqA/s320/eli.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380405204722817986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though we had a GREAT vacation, I think the kids were ready to come home to see friends and were okay needing to say 'good-bye' to Yogi~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsKCYhhwfI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ZGHkinYCdiw/s1600-h/yogi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsKCYhhwfI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ZGHkinYCdiw/s320/yogi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380405215883280882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-1730330870281706977?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/1730330870281706977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=1730330870281706977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1730330870281706977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1730330870281706977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation-end.html' title='Vacation end...'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SqsPUCFk6OI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Sqq3O5BjvGw/s72-c/duck2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-1466672492145060100</id><published>2009-08-09T06:57:00.035-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:27:51.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road</title><content type='html'>Our week on the road started with a quick trip to Milwaukee. Since Kate is going later in the month, she didn't join us for our girls' night to see Phantom. She was kind enough to babysit, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Soojk7NwVdI/AAAAAAAAAus/NBJi0LCdAXs/s1600-h/tickle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Soojk7NwVdI/AAAAAAAAAus/NBJi0LCdAXs/s320/tickle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371144622870386130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SoojkUcp3mI/AAAAAAAAAuk/CuxAB3kXIFw/s1600-h/play.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SoojkUcp3mI/AAAAAAAAAuk/CuxAB3kXIFw/s320/play.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371144612463894114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a blast and really enjoyed sleeping over at "Kate's house"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sook4VPM-wI/AAAAAAAAAu0/ii0LD-Zqpok/s1600-h/beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sook4VPM-wI/AAAAAAAAAu0/ii0LD-Zqpok/s320/beach.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371146055784921858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... we just won't tell Aaron that it's hers now. =) He got to miss out on all the fun since he was still in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sturgis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Chase even got in on the play and tickle fun. We enjoyed our night and even got mobile updates with pictures during the show...the best babysitter!!! The morning at the lake for some playing, sun and sand before returning home made the trip even more perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home and packed for the rest of our journey. Getting the news yesterday morning that Ron's bike race was cancelled, we were no longer in such a hurry and took a longer, more scenic route north. We stopped in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Viroqua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to check out a farmers' market. Elijah took time to stop and smell the flowers while Sydney and Ron watched the 'Runaway Circus.' It was very hot out, but a nice quick stop to get out, stretch and enjoy a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Popsicle&lt;/span&gt; along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SooxKOhmzoI/AAAAAAAAAvk/5SAGqNO6LXM/s1600-h/flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SooxKOhmzoI/AAAAAAAAAvk/5SAGqNO6LXM/s320/flowers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371159557360242306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SooxJjnqyZI/AAAAAAAAAvc/XJ68cBdEOyY/s1600-h/circus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SooxJjnqyZI/AAAAAAAAAvc/XJ68cBdEOyY/s320/circus.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371159545842944402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sn9obL2zFJI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4j2CHVlCdyg/s1600-h/garden.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sn9obL2zFJI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4j2CHVlCdyg/s320/garden.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368124097097307282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Upon arriving in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LaCrosse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we stopped down by the river. Eli had fallen asleep in the car, but Syd liked walking along the river with me and exploring the garden with Ron. It was nice to finally have reached our destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next stop was at the local dream park. Eli woke in time to enjoy playing. Sand, climbing and running helped keep the kids attention for a while before we headed to Granddad's Bluff to see the views of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SootD9kp_qI/AAAAAAAAAvE/TOtcK_FPAKA/s1600-h/park.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SootD9kp_qI/AAAAAAAAAvE/TOtcK_FPAKA/s320/park.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371155051683905186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SootVUQPNHI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Ves-aC6o6wI/s1600-h/boat2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SootVUQPNHI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Ves-aC6o6wI/s320/boat2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371155349830055026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking into the hotel, taking a swim to cool off and grabbing some dinner, we were ready to get out and hike. We drove up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Perrot&lt;/span&gt; State Park and climbed up to enjoy the views. The kids did well...with a few rest stops. Here is Syd posing with the 'flowers' she found.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Soozb7dz3zI/AAAAAAAAAvs/RZY4FSF8o7g/s1600-h/DSCF6524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Soozb7dz3zI/AAAAAAAAAvs/RZY4FSF8o7g/s320/DSCF6524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371162060504948530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Syd was pretty tired and whiny, but motivated to keep up with Eli which she kept calling "Little hiker boy." He definitely loved the hike and didn't mind the 'falls'. By the end of our hike, Elijah had dirt from his face down to his toes"&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sn9nDuO3ytI/AAAAAAAAArY/Wqn9ZU4DyuA/s1600-h/syd%26e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sn9nDuO3ytI/AAAAAAAAArY/Wqn9ZU4DyuA/s320/syd%26e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368122594496596690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sn9nELObRXI/AAAAAAAAArg/Fr-bq3o-Z2g/s1600-h/dirt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sn9nELObRXI/AAAAAAAAArg/Fr-bq3o-Z2g/s320/dirt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368122602279355762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did reach the top of the hill and enjoyed the sights... and the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sn9mkCwj2DI/AAAAAAAAArQ/PluxAunDT98/s1600-h/fam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sn9mkCwj2DI/AAAAAAAAArQ/PluxAunDT98/s320/fam.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368122050250790962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Soo10NkQUcI/AAAAAAAAAv0/pptyjEpAmh4/s1600-h/queen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Soo10NkQUcI/AAAAAAAAAv0/pptyjEpAmh4/s320/queen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371164676703932866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning, we packed up and got ready to head to the river for a ride on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LaCrosse&lt;/span&gt; Queen. We had a great trip up the river. We saw a bald eagle and turtles, a moving train bridge and even got to experience the lock and dam system. It was a nice trip on the paddle boat, but we were ready for lunch by the time the trip was over. Sydney insisted on going to the 'museum' afterward. (I think she thought it would be action packed like "Night at the Museum" but instead was ready to be done after five minutes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah and I spent time feeding the fish in the gardens while waiting. He loved throwing bread and watching them all come to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Soo3VkB8FNI/AAAAAAAAAv8/GHoQA6oq6lY/s1600-h/fish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Soo3VkB8FNI/AAAAAAAAAv8/GHoQA6oq6lY/s320/fish.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371166349181326546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought our excitement for the day was coming to an end. We had planned on stopping for a quick lunch before the kids fell asleep in the car on our way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jellystone&lt;/span&gt;. Little did we know, our quick stop would land us in the Urgent Care for two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Soo4pN3HIRI/AAAAAAAAAwU/XGfJiiaWWfo/s1600-h/emer..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Soo4pN3HIRI/AAAAAAAAAwU/XGfJiiaWWfo/s320/emer..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371167786339344658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, the little climber couldn't resist the stools. After a lot screaming (Elijah REALLY didn't want to be trapped in that little room), the nurse brought the kids some bears and stickers to help occupy them while we waited for the doctor. The cut ended up being questionable, but wasn't deep enough for stitches. Instead he ended up with a fancy tape job of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;steri&lt;/span&gt;-strips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Soo4L6GaGqI/AAAAAAAAAwM/t7Z0aB3Y-mk/s1600-h/ou.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Soo4L6GaGqI/AAAAAAAAAwM/t7Z0aB3Y-mk/s320/ou.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371167282818587298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Soo4LCBBCzI/AAAAAAAAAwE/OlFobp6uQp8/s1600-h/stich.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Soo4LCBBCzI/AAAAAAAAAwE/OlFobp6uQp8/s320/stich.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371167267763587890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before...        ...and after.                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;This poor little guy just doesn't learn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-1466672492145060100?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/1466672492145060100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=1466672492145060100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1466672492145060100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1466672492145060100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-road.html' title='On the road'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Soojk7NwVdI/AAAAAAAAAus/NBJi0LCdAXs/s72-c/tickle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-3467082546770551220</id><published>2009-08-03T21:39:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:18:32.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SolnjnoQE5I/AAAAAAAAAt8/MPVB_v9kndU/s1600-h/pres.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SolnjnoQE5I/AAAAAAAAAt8/MPVB_v9kndU/s320/pres.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370937892246918034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PRESENTS. PRESENTS. PRESENTS...&lt;br /&gt;were the kids favorite part of our family's Christmas in July party. (But isn't that the favorite part of any party?) Our annual Christmas get together had to be cancelled this past year due to the weather. It was easiest to reschedule it in summer and it was a great day. We went to the lake and enjoyed a relaxing day. Elijah really got into the whole party scene. It's so fun to see him at this age. By Christmas, he'll be a pro at the whole routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water balloons that Nana brought were a hit for the kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SolcP6duQqI/AAAAAAAAAtU/VR2kAmD0gl8/s1600-h/thro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SolcP6duQqI/AAAAAAAAAtU/VR2kAmD0gl8/s320/thro.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370925459077743266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SolcQapofLI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ZcbSfPMDja8/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SolcQapofLI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ZcbSfPMDja8/s320/kids.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370925467717631154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Even the BIG kids. Sydney was constantly plotting to see who &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SolbxqwROfI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Uwdh19v9rpM/s1600-h/pop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SolbxqwROfI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Uwdh19v9rpM/s320/pop.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370924939464489458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she could get next, but Ron was definitely helping her with the process. Papa was a target and Auntie Kerri tried to avoid getting wet at all costs. In the end, no one got too wet and we all had a GREAT time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back, we changed our gift giving process to a name exchange for the kids (actually the 'great grandchildren' that now range from mid-twenties down to Eli at one) and a white elephant exchange for the adults. We really have a lot of fun with the white elephant gifts. There are always a few that are the 'hot' items that get traded and then there are those that someone has to end up taking home. Aaron had in his possession that HOT item, hoping to take it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sturgis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with him ...until it got stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SolbgoNUlVI/AAAAAAAAAs8/iw8tWLkl2dc/s1600-h/aaron.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SolbgoNUlVI/AAAAAAAAAs8/iw8tWLkl2dc/s320/aaron.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370924646723261778" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SolbhD62EeI/AAAAAAAAAtE/n_8nK9himls/s1600-h/papa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SolbhD62EeI/AAAAAAAAAtE/n_8nK9himls/s320/papa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370924654161957346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SolbgoNUlVI/AAAAAAAAAs8/iw8tWLkl2dc/s1600-h/aaron.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli, on the other hand, like Papa's gift and had to get in on the fun. He had to try it on. I just LOVE the hat...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Solf8xdrrRI/AAAAAAAAAts/lOkPpJ-K1Tk/s1600-h/eli+hat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Solf8xdrrRI/AAAAAAAAAts/lOkPpJ-K1Tk/s320/eli+hat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370929528290651410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sola3Pdh78I/AAAAAAAAAss/irZq1xX3hLA/s1600-h/sydney.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sola3Pdh78I/AAAAAAAAAss/irZq1xX3hLA/s320/sydney.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370923935705722818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sydney enjoyed the reindeer headband, parrot pin and fun glasses. Our Christmas in July wouldn't have been quite as festive without the 'custom designed' Christmas t-shirts and flip-flops by Auntie Kerri. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a night at Nana's, she delivered us back home for Syd's last tee ball game. Since it was also our anniversary, we got to celebrate by enjoying parent night. Not the most romantic, but we played kickball, threw water balloons and enjoyed snacks with the kids. The baseball cookies Nana and Kerri made for the team were at hit, especially with Eli.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Solt9dVkrBI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Riv0SelJIl4/s1600-h/snack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Solt9dVkrBI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Riv0SelJIl4/s320/snack.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370944933230586898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Solt8yR29qI/AAAAAAAAAuE/SkBhzCJzNQM/s1600-h/cookie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Solt8yR29qI/AAAAAAAAAuE/SkBhzCJzNQM/s320/cookie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370944921672283810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, I have to share a few precious moments from this week. (They are 'precious' to me when they are getting along and not fighting!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SolaQegoACI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ZsHZJKaihdc/s1600-h/se.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SolZ_t1LgoI/AAAAAAAAAsU/J4WpAayhWK4/s1600-h/smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SolZ_t1LgoI/AAAAAAAAAsU/J4WpAayhWK4/s320/smile.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370922981785305730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sydney has her special princess cup, but doesn't always like sharing it. When we were at the Disney Store, I decided it was time for Eli to have a special cup so there would hopefully be more 'peace' when the princess cup was in demand.  I am happy to say that Eli was DELIGHTED with his new Wall-E cup. We had TWO happy kids...YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had another one of the sweet moments and I was able to get this cute picture before the moment it ended in a fight over the magazine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SoladtTRKRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/e6pbb69rcuw/s1600-h/doll.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SoladtTRKRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/e6pbb69rcuw/s320/doll.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370923497039145234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sydney was picking out her favorite American Girl dolls from the catalog and Eli really wanted to get  in on the fun. Sydney was being a good big sister and telling him about the dolls. ...That is... until Elijah wanted to turn the page. Syd then decided "This is only for girls!" and started the chase. Gotta love sibling rivalry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-3467082546770551220?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/3467082546770551220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=3467082546770551220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/3467082546770551220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/3467082546770551220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/08/christmas-in-july.html' title='Christmas in July'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SolnjnoQE5I/AAAAAAAAAt8/MPVB_v9kndU/s72-c/pres.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-6210913519972877127</id><published>2009-07-26T18:29:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:34:55.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Benny's Birthday</title><content type='html'>The kids have been the main focus of these posts, but often forgotten is our first 'baby.' Benny is such a big part of our family (and often the EASY one) but often gets forgotten. The kids do love hanging out with him during the day. Elijah's newest game to play with Benny is ball and pool. Eli has learned that when Benny runs enough, he gets hot and jumps in his pool so he will often just throw the ball in the pool attempting to get Benny to jump in. Unfortunately, Benny doesn't quite understand "Ba-Bo poo" and just wants to chase his ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli has also developed a love of Benny in the bathtub. Benny will drink water out of the faucet when we fill the tub, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm2m_zptE2I/AAAAAAAAAq4/KZd2sDIj7ko/s1600-h/DSCF6424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363126346395226978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm2m_zptE2I/AAAAAAAAAq4/KZd2sDIj7ko/s320/DSCF6424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but on occasion will want to jump in with the kids to play with their toys. I let Benny go into the tub to play after one of Eli's baths and now Eli wants him to join in on bath time all the time. Three in the tub is just too much, but the kids really wanted Be&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in with them the other night, so we let him come in to play at the end of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bath time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli is much more of a '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuddler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' than Sydney ever was. I will often see Elijah walk over to Benny and lay on him or give him a big hug (though half of the&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm2pPqNVoPI/AAAAAAAAArA/gMOH0h8Vdzg/s1600-h/DSCF6428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363128817761493234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm2pPqNVoPI/AAAAAAAAArA/gMOH0h8Vdzg/s320/DSCF6428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; time I am saying "poor Benny" because Eli's hugs become full body tackles). Benny is so good and tolerates all the love. Maybe it's because he's such a good dog or maybe it's because he's learned that after the big tackles that someone usually goes to get him a treat. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, we know that Benny is loved. This morning, Sydney and I came to 'wake up' Benny singing "happy birthday" to celebrate 7 years. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm2qWtF7kBI/AAAAAAAAArI/oGTo5osnVw8/s1600-h/DSCF6430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363130038306443282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm2qWtF7kBI/AAAAAAAAArI/oGTo5osnVw8/s320/DSCF6430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Benny really didn't care about the singing, but instead what the singing prompted... cake. When Eli heard the singing, he started yelling "cake" knowing that singing = candles = frosting and cake. Waffles were the next best thing, but of course Benny's Mickey Mouse waffle needed sprinkles and a candle. It was gone in a gulp, but still a great treat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-6210913519972877127?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/6210913519972877127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=6210913519972877127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/6210913519972877127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/6210913519972877127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/07/benny.html' title='Benny&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm2m_zptE2I/AAAAAAAAAq4/KZd2sDIj7ko/s72-c/DSCF6424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-94572731536911464</id><published>2009-07-23T15:50:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:02:21.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July Recap...</title><content type='html'>Similar to June, July has also kept us very busy. It seems that we had something planned every day. Preschool in the park, t-ball and swim lessons kept us busy but when we didn't have those scheduled events, playing with friends in the neighborhood or at Brenda's house were choice activities. Again, here's the 'quick version' since I'm trying to catch up so I can be up to date. Our July has consisted of... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...a day in the Dells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0CAagrJLI/AAAAAAAAAqI/CC71kmj-_8g/s1600-h/DSCF6282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362944937407751346" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0CAagrJLI/AAAAAAAAAqI/CC71kmj-_8g/s320/DSCF6282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0CAGTgI5I/AAAAAAAAAqA/kWX8P7WuvtY/s1600-h/DSCF6293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362944931983795090" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0CAGTgI5I/AAAAAAAAAqA/kWX8P7WuvtY/s320/DSCF6293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ron took off on Thursday and we had an extra long Fourth of July weekend. Since the weather was pretty chilly, like most of this summer has been, we rode the Ducks and go-carts, shopped at the outlet mall and went to the Tommy Bartlett show. It was a different pace from the usual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;water slides&lt;/span&gt;, but a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fourth of July on the Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0ArLIyb3I/AAAAAAAAApw/D2fng_6au6M/s1600-h/DSCF6295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362943472992153458" style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0ArLIyb3I/AAAAAAAAApw/D2fng_6au6M/s320/DSCF6295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0Aqn9YBrI/AAAAAAAAApo/T5Y6c_mcJyI/s1600-h/DSCF6300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362943463549044402" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0Aqn9YBrI/AAAAAAAAApo/T5Y6c_mcJyI/s320/DSCF6300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0Arme9gHI/AAAAAAAAAp4/JuyQH6ERAv8/s1600-h/DSCF6302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362943480332910706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0Arme9gHI/AAAAAAAAAp4/JuyQH6ERAv8/s320/DSCF6302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aaae8e1b3dfde2b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0aaae8e1b3dfde2b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D134A508337E1BC1C1C0BB2475163C51E0FD8EB0D.1ACF091F8D99806488AE0A083CF27492D9EE1853%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daaae8e1b3dfde2b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsMHriu2t6KkR242ltHgJ7a3nH_Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0aaae8e1b3dfde2b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D134A508337E1BC1C1C0BB2475163C51E0FD8EB0D.1ACF091F8D99806488AE0A083CF27492D9EE1853%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daaae8e1b3dfde2b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsMHriu2t6KkR242ltHgJ7a3nH_Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of fighting the crowds to watch the parade like we normally do, we chose to head to the square and go to the farmers' market and capital instead. The kids had a great time inside, outside and up on the capital. We had a nice lunch on the square, did some shopping on State St and enjoyed some tunes before heading home. This little movie shot is the kiddos enjoying the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a visit and lunch with Great-Grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0NJyLjR9I/AAAAAAAAAqw/h85RZ0PIEYE/s1600-h/P1000362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362957193008334802" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0NJyLjR9I/AAAAAAAAAqw/h85RZ0PIEYE/s320/P1000362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0MASLVbLI/AAAAAAAAAqY/d12Nf6guD9k/s1600-h/P1000367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362955930287041714" style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0MASLVbLI/AAAAAAAAAqY/d12Nf6guD9k/s320/P1000367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to West Bend for a couple of nights to visit. The kids always love going to see great-grandma. We ate lunch, played in the yard and then they were excited to show off their their bike riding skills. My favorite part of our visit was when Eli thought grandma's lawn ornament chicken and rooster were playground ride-on toys. (Of course Sydney needed to join in on the fun, too.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..a night out with Nana and Kerri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0MA2RBnhI/AAAAAAAAAqg/kBkLHQUA39A/s1600-h/P1000388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362955939974585874" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0MA2RBnhI/AAAAAAAAAqg/kBkLHQUA39A/s320/P1000388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0MBDaNi4I/AAAAAAAAAqo/k3jos0vplLI/s1600-h/P1000389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362955943502777218" style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0MBDaNi4I/AAAAAAAAAqo/k3jos0vplLI/s320/P1000389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then spent the afternoon and evening at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Regner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Park where the kids swam, played in the sand and on the structures and then enjoyed ice cream on the way home. Eli really enjoyed having his OWN cone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sydney's first sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0Aqe3IJJI/AAAAAAAAApg/-PYTx1y1EE4/s1600-h/DSCF6345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362943461106918546" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0Aqe3IJJI/AAAAAAAAApg/-PYTx1y1EE4/s320/DSCF6345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the village pool party, Lindsey came over for a 'camp out.' I gave the girls the option to sleep in the tent outside or in the tent in the living room...So, our living room was transformed into a campsite. The girls watched a little of a movie before arguing their way to sleep (they fought over who was going to lay on what side of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;air mattress&lt;/span&gt;, which 'bed buddy' each was going to sleep with, which books to read and then which one was going to be read first). In their tired states, nothing could go right for the two strong-willed girls but I did get them to sleep successfully (eventually) and they forgot about all the struggles by morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...breakfast at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0Ap5raxUI/AAAAAAAAApY/lvoERXLneVQ/s1600-h/DSCF6351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362943451125695810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0Ap5raxUI/AAAAAAAAApY/lvoERXLneVQ/s320/DSCF6351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Smz_0QTpoZI/AAAAAAAAApQ/lluWxdC5ZkU/s1600-h/DSCF6355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362942529487085970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Smz_0QTpoZI/AAAAAAAAApQ/lluWxdC5ZkU/s320/DSCF6355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breakfast was good, but the planes and emergency vehicles were even better. Both Sydney and Elijah enjoyed 'touring' the police car, ambulance and fire trucks but it was a first for both of them to be in a Flight for Life helicopter. It was very cool to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the county fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Smz_z7FJBEI/AAAAAAAAApI/OQshnE077Ik/s1600-h/DSCF6357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362942523789083714" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Smz_z7FJBEI/AAAAAAAAApI/OQshnE077Ik/s320/DSCF6357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Smz_zgH3K_I/AAAAAAAAApA/5CXiaF-0YNQ/s1600-h/DSCF6381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362942516552739826" style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Smz_zgH3K_I/AAAAAAAAApA/5CXiaF-0YNQ/s320/DSCF6381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big animals, baby animals, kids areas, rides, a bear show, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ferris&lt;/span&gt; wheel, log rolling, stunt show with motor cycles, more animals....need I say more? We had a great day and enjoyed every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...swim lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Smz_zBVZspI/AAAAAAAAAo4/b-RlKkSbCVc/s1600-h/DSCF6417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362942508288029330" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Smz_zBVZspI/AAAAAAAAAo4/b-RlKkSbCVc/s320/DSCF6417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Smz_zDW1xII/AAAAAAAAAow/F3r91Sw0Cx0/s1600-h/DSCF6419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362942508830934146" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Smz_zDW1xII/AAAAAAAAAow/F3r91Sw0Cx0/s320/DSCF6419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three weeks, Syd's confidence has been boosted. She's 'passed' her class and is ready to move on to the next level. Outside of lessons, Syd has been able to go on the diving board and slide and swim to the side without her life jacket for the first time this year. She loves playing with friends at the pool and showing off her jumps. Elijah didn't have a formal lesson this summer, but does enjoy open swims. He loves to jump in and climb out at the wall on his own. Since there is also a 'kiddie' pool (or "cat" pool in Elijah's words), Eli likes to play in both and go from one to the other. He is doing much better in the water and is seeming quite comfortable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-94572731536911464?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aaae8e1b3dfde2b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/94572731536911464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=94572731536911464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/94572731536911464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/94572731536911464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-recap.html' title='July Recap...'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sm0CAagrJLI/AAAAAAAAAqI/CC71kmj-_8g/s72-c/DSCF6282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-774108586057473615</id><published>2009-07-22T15:38:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:00:11.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer FUN...</title><content type='html'>We have been too busy having fun. It has been great, but has left me with little time to post blog updates. In my spare minutes, I've been trying to cook some dinner, do the laundry or clean the house, with an occasional break to relax or spend some time by myself. I'm realizing that summer is flying by and my entire house is never going to be clean at once, I only get one room at a time before another mess occurs. During the school year, I always say "I'll have more time in the summer" but the only truth in that is that I have more time &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;with the kids&lt;/span&gt; (not more time for me to get things done.) Today, Syd is sick with a flu bug and Eli is napping so I am finally taking some time to attempt to catch up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, emails and this blog. Our days are spent out and about, but I'm loving every minute of this summer (well, except the fighting and crabby moments between the kiddos! They ARE brother and sister, though, so to be expected)! Our first six weeks of summer have been busy with all sorts of different activities. Here is our June (in a nutshell). We've done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...tee ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeJeA1h58I/AAAAAAAAAmA/mxwrtpmhzAo/s1600-h/P1000246+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361405030121465794" style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeJeA1h58I/AAAAAAAAAmA/mxwrtpmhzAo/s320/P1000246+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeJenxD9OI/AAAAAAAAAmI/uAZdS2M2qHc/s1600-h/P1000252+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361405040571708642" style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeJenxD9OI/AAAAAAAAAmI/uAZdS2M2qHc/s320/P1000252+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Syd is on a team with her best bud, Lindsey. For the first few games, they were inseparable but with some cues from the coaches they've done better with paying attention as summer has gone on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...breakfasts on the farms (yes...visits to multiple farms in multiple counties).&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeKR83NX-I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/B7DVB1HBMw4/s1600-h/DSCF6095+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361405922407964642" style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeKR83NX-I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/B7DVB1HBMw4/s320/DSCF6095+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Smeiw7z6mZI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/U0GKx0WQBYw/s1600-h/s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361432842980727186" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Smeiw7z6mZI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/U0GKx0WQBYw/s320/s.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeKSReDW9I/AAAAAAAAAmY/ypT-3PJVKPw/s1600-h/DSCF6185+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361405927939595218" style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeKSReDW9I/AAAAAAAAAmY/ypT-3PJVKPw/s320/DSCF6185+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Smeiwjay4XI/AAAAAAAAAnI/eqUMlnWUd9g/s1600-h/e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361432836432912754" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Smeiwjay4XI/AAAAAAAAAnI/eqUMlnWUd9g/s320/e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iowa, Washington, Racine county breakfasts are the ones we attended. It's great because each has different activities and events going on. The kids loved them equally. Some memorable things for Syd were balloon animals, butter making, face painting, milking parlor tours, but the train ride, milk moustaches, pretend milking station and baby animals were definitely her favorites. Eli just took it all in. He enjoyed the animals, but climbing on trucks and tractors held his interest the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...zoos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Smzxjm2xDvI/AAAAAAAAAoI/KRxmV426ngg/s1600-h/DSCF6121+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362926850319388402" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Smzxjm2xDvI/AAAAAAAAAoI/KRxmV426ngg/s320/DSCF6121+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Smzxj6rgVgI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/g4w5wZ0sltc/s1600-h/DSCF6271+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362926855640864258" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Smzxj6rgVgI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/g4w5wZ0sltc/s320/DSCF6271+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Milwaukee County Zoo, Green Bay's New Zoo, and Madison's Henry Vilas Zoo all in one month. Eli loved seeing all the animals and has begun to correctly label many. Elephants and monkeys are still his favorites, but giraffes are right up there, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...parks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmzygzBZx2I/AAAAAAAAAog/ZfcjVNV2d3s/s1600-h/DSCF6256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362927901557245794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmzygzBZx2I/AAAAAAAAAog/ZfcjVNV2d3s/s320/DSCF6256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmzygeIxDPI/AAAAAAAAAoY/QqqdZdVscU0/s1600-h/DSCF6117+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362927895950986482" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmzygeIxDPI/AAAAAAAAAoY/QqqdZdVscU0/s320/DSCF6117+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmzzbVYtiwI/AAAAAAAAAoo/99DKuYVczLU/s1600-h/DSCF6116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362928907214228226" style="WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmzzbVYtiwI/AAAAAAAAAoo/99DKuYVczLU/s320/DSCF6116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we drive past a park, it's common for Sydney to ask "Can we go to that park sometime?" The great thing about summer is that we often do have time to stop. Elijah has become such a little monkey and has mastered nearly all of the equipment at our favorite Cross Plains parks. He definitely wants to do it ALL independently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a trip to Green Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-16ab2df5a3d03a78" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16ab2df5a3d03a78%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E022BD1BC49D5B4BA01A7633DF3C27BBC30138B.75215CF9A84BE49D436E94A33936C12BF8C6FB77%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16ab2df5a3d03a78%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRTXynpOXNHWBXQpKCShNIEov6gU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16ab2df5a3d03a78%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E022BD1BC49D5B4BA01A7633DF3C27BBC30138B.75215CF9A84BE49D436E94A33936C12BF8C6FB77%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16ab2df5a3d03a78%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRTXynpOXNHWBXQpKCShNIEov6gU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-25bdd4216b1b65e6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D25bdd4216b1b65e6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62EA8CA93913CF8BFD1FFD02C321DEB7B13A1792.4F2148C0D9C0D44BDE70624DC835DA0AAA28E642%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D25bdd4216b1b65e6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4Gp7sdnPiaqNcdXGdR_zh3Yx-K4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D25bdd4216b1b65e6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62EA8CA93913CF8BFD1FFD02C321DEB7B13A1792.4F2148C0D9C0D44BDE70624DC835DA0AAA28E642%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D25bdd4216b1b65e6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4Gp7sdnPiaqNcdXGdR_zh3Yx-K4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeVbhWy32I/AAAAAAAAAmg/uvnIsqhvXaI/s1600-h/P1000273+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361418181450850146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeVbhWy32I/AAAAAAAAAmg/uvnIsqhvXaI/s320/P1000273+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bay Beach has been a hit with Sydney since her first visit three years ago. It was a proven hit with Eli, as well, this year. He had his first pony ride and LOVED "driving" the little race cars ride. Also in Green Bay, we went to the zoo, stayed at a hotel/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;water park&lt;/span&gt;, fed geese and ducks at the conservancy. Syd is always a fan of the water slides and Eli spent most of his time on one little slide where he felt the most comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Lake Michigan on our way south. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeD6Lp5tuI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Ew8qtlFpzG4/s1600-h/DSCF6160+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361398916992055010" style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeD6Lp5tuI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Ew8qtlFpzG4/s320/DSCF6160+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeD6rFYkpI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/JC3k_0OjgBc/s1600-h/DSCF6175+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361398925428822674" style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeD6rFYkpI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/JC3k_0OjgBc/s320/DSCF6175+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kohler&lt;/span&gt;-Andre State Park on our way home. Elijah wasn't a big fan of the water and sand, but running on the boardwalk kept him entertained for quite a while. He kept turning around and yelling, "Mom, Fun!" to let me know how much he was enjoying himself as he was trying to keep up with his sister (the white dot WAY up the path...if you look very closely!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeGAtAB28I/AAAAAAAAAlg/VEQPhu7XbbU/s1600-h/DSCF6157+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361401228045704130" style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeGAtAB28I/AAAAAAAAAlg/VEQPhu7XbbU/s320/DSCF6157+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeGBO01y2I/AAAAAAAAAlo/cNRWDtWb-zk/s1600-h/P1000238+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361401237125581666" style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeGBO01y2I/AAAAAAAAAlo/cNRWDtWb-zk/s320/P1000238+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney, on the other hand, has no fear of the sand and water. She was building castles, lakes and rivers, collecting little shells and even wanted to be buried in the sand. The dirtier, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Ron's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmfGvmczrSI/AAAAAAAAAng/IxUvrMfuwGk/s1600-h/DSC05121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361472402485390626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmfGvmczrSI/AAAAAAAAAng/IxUvrMfuwGk/s320/DSC05121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmfGvWhmYdI/AAAAAAAAAnY/nHQ6zwDUIZI/s1600-h/DSC05127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361472398210523602" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmfGvWhmYdI/AAAAAAAAAnY/nHQ6zwDUIZI/s320/DSC05127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmfGwLWuvHI/AAAAAAAAAnw/v02LXVux8YU/s1600-h/birth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361472412392012914" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmfGwLWuvHI/AAAAAAAAAnw/v02LXVux8YU/s320/birth.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home from our vacation with enough time to make brownies and pack a picnic dinner. Sydney decorated the brownies with plenty of frosting and sprinkles. Ron wanted to go for a bike ride (surprise, surprise!) on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Military&lt;/span&gt; Ridge Trail for his birthday. We had a great evening for riding before coming home to enjoy dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Father's Day weekend in Waterford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmfIombST3I/AAAAAAAAAoA/JstPaCj5Wgs/s1600-h/walk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361474481243180914" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmfIombST3I/AAAAAAAAAoA/JstPaCj5Wgs/s320/walk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmfIn4BccPI/AAAAAAAAAn4/FD7nBeci5Uo/s1600-h/jeff.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361474468786761970" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmfIn4BccPI/AAAAAAAAAn4/FD7nBeci5Uo/s320/jeff.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the morning at breakfast on the farm and the afternoon at the beach, but the kids were excited to visit Uncle Jeff and Aunt Lisa in the evening. Elijah enjoyed running around the house on the sidewalk, as Sydney helped Jeff (after a ride in the wheelbarrow) get some wood for a campfire. It was actually hot (unlike the rest of the summer!) so the main purpose of the fire was to roast marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmfGv0foqMI/AAAAAAAAAno/aPJ1Pe4Nv0M/s1600-h/fath.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361472406255347906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmfGv0foqMI/AAAAAAAAAno/aPJ1Pe4Nv0M/s320/fath.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's Day morning, Sydney delivered the traditional 'breakfast in bed' and helped eat some of it, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...play dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeXSHsGIGI/AAAAAAAAAnA/JDlwtJ1_uIU/s1600-h/DSCF6206+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361420218965303394" style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeXSHsGIGI/AAAAAAAAAnA/JDlwtJ1_uIU/s320/DSCF6206+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeXR0mfWRI/AAAAAAAAAm4/lbSUs31r16E/s1600-h/DSCF6236+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361420213841516818" style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeXR0mfWRI/AAAAAAAAAm4/lbSUs31r16E/s320/DSCF6236+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syd always has loved playgroup, but Eli has really gotten into 'friends' and socializing this summer. Sydney is friends with the same group of kids she's known is our Mother-Baby hour at the hospital. Elijah enjoyed playing with the kids when we had our friends over for lunch and play time, but also went to his first 'peer' birthday party. Here he is enjoying a drink with the little birthday girl. I am so thankful for my group of 'mom friends' and wish we could get together more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...festivals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeV6lYLmPI/AAAAAAAAAmo/BEjnuE0fALs/s1600-h/DSCF6104+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361418715106351346" style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeV6lYLmPI/AAAAAAAAAmo/BEjnuE0fALs/s320/DSCF6104+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeV65pHxNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/7-hYkPk1KSI/s1600-h/DSCF6249+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361418720546112722" style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeV65pHxNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/7-hYkPk1KSI/s320/DSCF6249+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt;' the season for local and church festivals. Syd loves going on the "kid" rides. She is not too shy to point out which rides are just for "big people" (at least in her eyes) when she doesn't feel brave enough to attempt one. Eli REALLY enjoyed the cotton candy Nana bought for us at the World's Fair in Cross Plains. It was a great, sticky mess. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...fireworks (and fireflies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeG0qWfgDI/AAAAAAAAAlw/SQsLViqcc5M/s1600-h/DSCF6264+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361402120687812658" style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeG0qWfgDI/AAAAAAAAAlw/SQsLViqcc5M/s320/DSCF6264+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeG07htBjI/AAAAAAAAAl4/LOP1zjxxwNU/s1600-h/DSCF6258+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361402125298239026" style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeG07htBjI/AAAAAAAAAl4/LOP1zjxxwNU/s320/DSCF6258+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross Plains has their annual fireworks with the World's Fair. We chose to watch the fireworks from the deck for one more year, though we are hoping that we can walk to the park to watch next year. Sydney was excited to see the fireworks (but also asked when it was going to be done. She was so tired!) however Eli missed the whole show. I was glad he wasn't scared. They had fun with the fire, marshmallows and catching fireflies while waiting for dark to settle in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-774108586057473615?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=16ab2df5a3d03a78&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/774108586057473615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=774108586057473615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/774108586057473615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/774108586057473615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-fun.html' title='Summer FUN...'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SmeJeA1h58I/AAAAAAAAAmA/mxwrtpmhzAo/s72-c/P1000246+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-3031568455627774164</id><published>2009-05-24T22:28:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T15:36:49.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Half-Birthday... continued...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since Ron had a race in the area, we ended up in West Bend for the weekend. Syd was sad that Nana and Papa weren't going to be around for Memorial Day weekend, but she had fun spending time with Auntie Kerri. The 1/2 birthday cake was a highlight, but the gift of her first Webkinz was the biggest thrill. Her new pink pony, Abi Sweetie, kept her busy for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sh34jVhonTI/AAAAAAAAAk4/JBmMimSwCYU/s1600-h/HPIM1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 191px; height: 254px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340698019088604466" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sh34jVhonTI/AAAAAAAAAk4/JBmMimSwCYU/s320/HPIM1200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sh34jo60F7I/AAAAAAAAAlA/bKPowY0gG9c/s1600-h/HPIM1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 190px; height: 254px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340698024294487986" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sh34jo60F7I/AAAAAAAAAlA/bKPowY0gG9c/s320/HPIM1212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Ron's bike race was a six-hour race, we decided to head up in the&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sh33_T-9kvI/AAAAAAAAAkw/HsjKSaqg1-4/s1600-h/HPIM1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; float: right; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340697400199451378" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sh33_T-9kvI/AAAAAAAAAkw/HsjKSaqg1-4/s320/HPIM1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; afternoon to catch the end of the race. Syd fell asleep on the way, but Eli enjoyed playing in the dirt. After waiting hours for Ron, we did eventually see him, at the finish line. It just was not the kind of finish we like to see. He was muddy and the bike was wrecked. I was glad there weren't any serious injuries. Better luck (and less mud) next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sh33q2OGbtI/AAAAAAAAAko/_Tl5SVZ5sew/s1600-h/HPIM1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; float: left; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340697048612499154" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sh33q2OGbtI/AAAAAAAAAko/_Tl5SVZ5sew/s320/HPIM1210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-3031568455627774164?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/3031568455627774164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=3031568455627774164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/3031568455627774164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/3031568455627774164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/05/half-birthday-continued.html' title='Half-Birthday... continued...'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sh34jVhonTI/AAAAAAAAAk4/JBmMimSwCYU/s72-c/HPIM1200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-5710776790022013427</id><published>2009-05-21T06:58:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:17:40.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates from the past weeks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...The quick version...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eli has been in and out of urgent care for his cough and wheezing. He's had croup that just doesn't want to leave. The poor little guy has just not feeling well. I knew he was sick when he came into the kitchen with blankets and pillows to lay down. Though he is a little "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuddler&lt;/span&gt;" this was much more than the norm. The steroid treatments and antibiotics are finally helping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340694626711658562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sh31d378YEI/AAAAAAAAAkY/2IPFg1-x9IQ/s320/DSCF5983.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've gotten the nighttime bedtime routine down with the big boy bed, but since naps are most often taken at Brenda's house, Eli is still exploring his options for nap times at home. This is how I found him last weekend. I left him in his bed, but after 15 minutes I heard something. He had opened his blind, turned on the light and was clearing off his bookshelf. Never a dull moment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340694622572801666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sh31dohKboI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4mQ1RJcACl0/s320/DSCF5981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world of Syd...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, Sydney 'officially' turned 4 1/2. She wanted to celebrate her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340694988506569826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sh31y7uknGI/AAAAAAAAAkg/HVfC5IdpNWE/s320/DSCF5988.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;special night by going to Chuck E Cheese. It was the hottest day of the spring so far, but a night at the park was unheard of. Sydney still sees 'half' birthdays just as important as the real thing... treats at Brenda's, special dinners and dessert at home. She opened her two little gifts, a princess book from us and a Bitty Baby outfit from Nana, then off we went. Her day was filled with so much excitement that she needed a little snooze on the way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dressing up, jewelry and everything 'fancy' still make Syd the happiest little girl around. This week, she insisted on wearing a hat and sunglasses to preschool. Along with that, she had on a necklace, bracelets, rings and a sun dress. I must say that she is pretty cute when she gets all dressed up. Here she's even fancy at bed time. Such style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sh31AALB6JI/AAAAAAAAAkI/rZfWxAqVWes/s1600-h/DSCF5987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340694113526343826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sh31AALB6JI/AAAAAAAAAkI/rZfWxAqVWes/s320/DSCF5987.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-5710776790022013427?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/5710776790022013427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=5710776790022013427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/5710776790022013427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/5710776790022013427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates-from-past-weeks.html' title='Updates from the past weeks...'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sh31d378YEI/AAAAAAAAAkY/2IPFg1-x9IQ/s72-c/DSCF5983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-1112531195171314581</id><published>2009-05-10T10:29:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:52:00.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sh3xDavMrmI/AAAAAAAAAjw/57UBfLaX_ps/s1600-h/DSCF5876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340689774150463074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sh3xDavMrmI/AAAAAAAAAjw/57UBfLaX_ps/s320/DSCF5876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isn't every day 'Mom's Day' when your kids are little? There are so many fun times to cherish. I enjoy every little moment we have together... especially when we are out and about. With the school year coming to an end soon, it just gets so busy and I love my weekends to get a little break from the craziness and enjoy some time with the kids. The parts of the 'mom' role that really dislike the most are the cleaning, cooking and housekeeping parts of the job, which unfortunately make up a lot of the time we spend together during the week after long days at work and daycare.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this weekend the kids and I headed to Milwaukee to spend some time out (it's much more pleasant than looking at my messy house). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340690279982168482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sh3xg3G3-aI/AAAAAAAAAj4/p5yMsF-AXCE/s320/DSCF5841.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was nice for a day at the zoo so we met Kerri and Nana. We had such a great time. The highlights of the day were feeding the goats, the gem bag, the carousel, and of course the train. Eli was so happy to see it pass through the zoo and hear the "choo-choo" sounds (though he's still saying "ga-ga"). When we finally went on it at the end of the day, he fell asleep as we rode. Too much excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340691284829006658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sh3ybWdB60I/AAAAAAAAAkA/s9H_n0IyxMk/s320/DSCF5949.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the zoo, we headed to West Bend for the night. Spending the weekend with my mom and family was the best Mother's Day gift I could ask for. I just hope that some day my kids will realize how important family is. I have been blessed to be surrounded with so much love and support. I hope to have close relationships with my kids and play important and helpful roles in their adult lives, just like my mom has (and does) for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Today, we headed home early so we could be home for lunch. Ron came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340689763354227602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sh3xCyhLM5I/AAAAAAAAAjo/qPv2MgVhTx0/s320/DSCF5967.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;home from his bike race and cooked. Then, I needed get some cleaning done despite it being Mother's Day. Syd began to help with the floors and Ron ended up finishing the scrubbing. Walking on floors that were no longer sticky and gritty was a great gift!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=) If only the clean feeling would last a full day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-1112531195171314581?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/1112531195171314581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=1112531195171314581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1112531195171314581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1112531195171314581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sh3xDavMrmI/AAAAAAAAAjw/57UBfLaX_ps/s72-c/DSCF5876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-5103773933918413902</id><published>2009-05-08T23:37:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:28:36.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SgUS_SnJzJI/AAAAAAAAAjg/TOIXWREeDSg/s1600-h/DSCF5829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333690212227337362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SgUS_SnJzJI/AAAAAAAAAjg/TOIXWREeDSg/s320/DSCF5829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've been keeping very busy these days. As I am starting a count down to the end of the school year, the kids are keeping our evenings filled with every day adventures. Our daily routine has become to come home and eat the quickest meal possible so that we can then leave to go to the park, go for a bike ride or play with the neighborhood friends.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SgUStdDJmLI/AAAAAAAAAjY/KgUt6javOOI/s1600-h/flower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333689905791473842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SgUStdDJmLI/AAAAAAAAAjY/KgUt6javOOI/s320/flower.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elijah just likes the idea of being outside, but Syd is enjoying studying all that spring has to offer...our annual robin nest with eggs and hatching babies, tulips and daffodils blooming, picking dandelions and exploring buds on trees and plants around the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Elijah loves water so much, he really didn't mind the rain we had this week. It just meant that now we had to play inside for a little before going back outside to enjoy the puddles. It was so sweet how excited he was to walk around the deck and play with the water on the table but by the time he was done, he really needed to get the wet clothes off. Here's his first attempts at undressing himself. (but before we know it, he will be going through 4 outfits a day like his big sis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SgUSZArPfzI/AAAAAAAAAjI/KXndGoOmVng/s1600-h/DSCF5821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333689554577620786" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SgUSZArPfzI/AAAAAAAAAjI/KXndGoOmVng/s320/DSCF5821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SgUSZBpsl5I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/lUdc7lDSp9g/s1600-h/DSCF5822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333689554839574418" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SgUSZBpsl5I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/lUdc7lDSp9g/s320/DSCF5822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli wasn't too interested in the rainbow but since Syd was in bed, I took a picture to share it with her. This double rainbow was the beautiful view from our deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SgUSChuUfcI/AAAAAAAAAjA/VTs5J3WceQ0/s1600-h/DSCF5823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333689168311909826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SgUSChuUfcI/AAAAAAAAAjA/VTs5J3WceQ0/s320/DSCF5823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With spring also comes 'garage sale' season. Sydney loves to stop and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;explore&lt;/span&gt; other people's treasures in hopes of finding some new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;toys&lt;/span&gt; to add to our collection. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SgURwlBso6I/AAAAAAAAAi4/O1DXV_KEY4k/s1600-h/DSCF5811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333688859960845218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SgURwlBso6I/AAAAAAAAAi4/O1DXV_KEY4k/s320/DSCF5811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend, we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fortunate&lt;/span&gt; enough to bring home two big purchases. One was a kitchen set and the other was a new bed. The bed was for Sydney, but only so that Elijah could have hers. These purchases also meant that I had a lot of work to do to rearrange bedrooms. With the help of Nana and Auntie Kerri, we got the crib moved out and new beds moved into each of the kids rooms. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SgURIAl4jmI/AAAAAAAAAiw/1vB6TiaxBKg/s1600-h/DSCF5813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333688162985741922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SgURIAl4jmI/AAAAAAAAAiw/1vB6TiaxBKg/s320/DSCF5813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elijah is LOVING his new 'big boy bed' and is back to sleeping through the night (for the most part...it was pretty rough for a while) but we still struggle getting him to lay down to go to sleep by himself at night. Our bed time routine has become books, music and Benny. As long as Benny is laying with Eli, he will rest and fall asleep much better. If he does get out of bed, he will climb back into bed. He's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; learned that it's more comfortable than falling asleep on the floor by the door!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-5103773933918413902?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/5103773933918413902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=5103773933918413902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/5103773933918413902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/5103773933918413902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-fun.html' title='May Fun'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SgUS_SnJzJI/AAAAAAAAAjg/TOIXWREeDSg/s72-c/DSCF5829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-1828224571570125268</id><published>2009-04-21T22:06:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:50:21.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Va-Va and Ga-Ga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elijah's favorite things are labeled by him as two t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SgUQczw7d0I/AAAAAAAAAio/y-d7DL3tRps/s1600-h/vava2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333687420808034114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SgUQczw7d0I/AAAAAAAAAio/y-d7DL3tRps/s320/vava2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hings. &lt;/div&gt;When he asks for "Va-Va" it could mean that he is thirsty (for either milk or water, however he doesn't ever specify), he wants to play in the water or he wants to take a bath. Here's Eli exploring with water and cups, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SgUQNLy_N3I/AAAAAAAAAig/io7VmKxI96g/s1600-h/vava1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333687152381212530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SgUQNLy_N3I/AAAAAAAAAig/io7VmKxI96g/s320/vava1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;which is one of his newest favorite time fillers these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ga-Ga" is still the way he asks for candy, but it is also how he says "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;" when he hears or sees a train! It's neat to see him contantly processing and thinking, but he also keeps US thinking (and trying to figure out what he is saying or asking)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-1828224571570125268?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/1828224571570125268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=1828224571570125268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1828224571570125268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1828224571570125268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/04/va-va-and-ga-ga.html' title='Va-Va and Ga-Ga'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SgUQczw7d0I/AAAAAAAAAio/y-d7DL3tRps/s72-c/vava2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-4660124064656710049</id><published>2009-04-19T21:43:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:25:28.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had GREAT weather to end the week and start the weekend. With the temps in the upper 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;0's&lt;/span&gt; for a few days, it was great to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt; in sandals and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;capris&lt;/span&gt; for the first times of the season. We spent a lot of time at the local parks, riding our bikes, taking Benny to the dog park and getting out for a little hike. Syd, Eli and I even hit some garage sales. Sydney would love a play house but I refuse to spend hundreds of dollars on one. We didn't have any luck finding one, but Sydney did find a few treasures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Se4bw4q-b2I/AAAAAAAAAiI/_MX30XRQQpg/s1600-h/DSC05026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Se4bw4q-b2I/AAAAAAAAAiI/_MX30XRQQpg/s320/DSC05026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327225935886184290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unfortunately, today's weather wasn't nearly as nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I always need those 'bad weather days in order to get some work don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e, though! Here's El&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i helping me clean.=) Sydney had been waiting for a time to have Lindsay over to play and today ended up being the perfect day. I told her we can't call friends before 9:00 on weekends, though. She needed to fill the time...dolls, painting, etc, but when  the girls finally did get together, they played for over six hours, at both houses. I love the fact that Syd has some great friends to connect with, and Eli is getting old enough to join in on some of the fun, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These pictures were taken last week, but are just too cute. Syd is getting to the point th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at she can entertain herself a little bit. I saw Sydney in the movie cabinet after I told her that she couldn't watch a movie. After several minutes of quiet, I heard her back in the living room. When I came to check on her, this is how I found her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Se4c5yGBo-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/tE28JXv09j4/s1600-h/DSCF5702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Se4c5yGBo-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/tE28JXv09j4/s320/DSCF5702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327227188251042786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Se4c5yGBo-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/tE28JXv09j4/s1600-h/DSCF5702.JPG"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Se4c6I6SD8I/AAAAAAAAAiY/e5ycUL5tIZw/s1600-h/DSCF5703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Se4c6I6SD8I/AAAAAAAAAiY/e5ycUL5tIZw/s320/DSCF5703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327227194375802818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She wasn't watching a movie but instead cheering with the "Bella-girls" (and in the full attire!) I had to do all it took not to laugh in front of her, but I had to take a picture. She got the video last summer from Auntie Lisa's mom and though she doesn't have any dances or cheers mastered, it does get her up and moving! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-4660124064656710049?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/4660124064656710049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=4660124064656710049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/4660124064656710049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/4660124064656710049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-spring.html' title='Hello Spring'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Se4bw4q-b2I/AAAAAAAAAiI/_MX30XRQQpg/s72-c/DSC05026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-2383971295547281319</id><published>2009-04-15T22:36:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:53:24.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Happy Easter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(a little late)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SevjB-Bz95I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Qau3u3e8whs/s1600-h/DSCF5714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SevjB-Bz95I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Qau3u3e8whs/s320/DSCF5714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326600607265716114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Other than Eli being terrified of the bunny (which is a "girl" Easter bunny, by the way!..according to Sydney) we had a perfect weekend. He did love the other aspects of Easter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SezatIOKiCI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/EE-6r6MescU/s1600-h/DSCF5698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SezatIOKiCI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/EE-6r6MescU/s320/DSCF5698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326872928108316706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hunting eggs was definitely his favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pastime&lt;/span&gt; this weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Friday, some friends invited us for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;playdate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and hid eggs for the kids, Saturday was the Cross P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; egg hunt, and Sunday that darn "girl bunny" left eggs EVERYWHERE...West Bend at Nan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a and Papa's house, Milwaukee at Uncle Aaron's and in Cross Plains at our house. Each time was just as exciting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the egg hunt in Cross Plains, I left town with the kids to head to Nana and P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apa's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We met Nana and Kerri at Culver's on the way into town. Eli's first words when he saw Nana were "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Where'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a go?" and he began looking under the tables for the cats. Trying to explain to him that the cats weren't at Culver's, but "at home with Papa" became our next challenge. Eli then started saying "Papa, 'got' (which is cat), Papa, 'got', &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;where'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a go!" =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SezfObunV1I/AAAAAAAAAh4/M0QFbsVsppM/s1600-h/DSCF5724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SezfObunV1I/AAAAAAAAAh4/M0QFbsVsppM/s320/DSCF5724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326877898326890322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We spend t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he afternoon at Family Fun Land where the kids did lots of running and climbing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on the slides, jumping in the bounce houses and playing at the arcade. Air hockey with Auntie Kerri and Sponge Bob racing were hits with Syd. She was so excited to finally be big enough to 'drive' on the game by herself. After returning to West Bend for dinner and heading to the park for more playing, the kids finally settled in for the evening, but not before cuddling with the cats. Elijah has definitely come to love them as much as Syd, which I wasn't sure was possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SezjiBUoU9I/AAAAAAAAAiA/3VMV8nymQd8/s1600-h/DSCF5746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SezjiBUoU9I/AAAAAAAAAiA/3VMV8nymQd8/s320/DSCF5746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326882632882475986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday, we headed to Milwaukee for lunch since Aaron had to work in the afternoon. We were happy to celebrate Kate's birthday, though a few days early, play with Chase, hunt eggs and open the Easter bags that were filled with WAY too many goodies. Seeing Aaron and Kate was a blast and the kids were exhausted, but we couldn't leave town before seeing Uncle Aaron in the police car. It was a quiet ride home, but by the time we got there we were ready for more eggs and finding baskets the "girl bunny" left behind. Since Ron spent the weekend at home (in town for a bike race, what else??) we had him grill us dinner and spent some time outside. The kids loved all of the Easter goodies they got from everyone...this weekend and last! THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SezdUIrOBNI/AAAAAAAAAho/WFmZwZUOtHQ/s1600-h/P1000166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SezdUIrOBNI/AAAAAAAAAho/WFmZwZUOtHQ/s320/P1000166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326875797268333778" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SezdUZ0_CwI/AAAAAAAAAhw/LzyMdJgUsAg/s1600-h/DSCF5737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SezdUZ0_CwI/AAAAAAAAAhw/LzyMdJgUsAg/s320/DSCF5737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326875801872698114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-2383971295547281319?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/2383971295547281319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=2383971295547281319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/2383971295547281319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/2383971295547281319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-fun.html' title='Easter Fun'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SevjB-Bz95I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Qau3u3e8whs/s72-c/DSCF5714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-3044789172818982809</id><published>2009-04-12T08:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:56:33.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikes and Bubbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There have been some 'new developments' with the kiddos in the last couple of weeks that I just haven't had time to write about. We've been enjoying every minute of the warmer spring weather but that also means that we have little time in the house (and less time to post updates!) Sydney's newest "favorite thing to do" is ride her bike. She's always liked to but for the past week and a half, she's been doing it without training wheels. Syd was very nervous about it, so I told her just to practice balancing and walking while on her bike. I left to exercise and when I came home I told her to try the pedals. I held her seat for two trials and she's been riding 'solo' ever since. Here she is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8112dec87bf59556" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8112dec87bf59556%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D394B4C30747169F63597189EF75A278A8C158A38.32C6857E42E325B39109D9A6D61A60866C02EE18%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8112dec87bf59556%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZGEumUdxgHHA8oxCyzqXmPgMIZo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8112dec87bf59556%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D394B4C30747169F63597189EF75A278A8C158A38.32C6857E42E325B39109D9A6D61A60866C02EE18%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8112dec87bf59556%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZGEumUdxgHHA8oxCyzqXmPgMIZo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Elijah has been spending more time on his bike, too. His favorite thing is to sit, lift his feet, and coast down the driveway into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boulevard&lt;/span&gt;. I've been working on getting him to steer into the grass so he's not going into the road!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;His talking is also developing everyday, as well. The other night, he was helping with the dishes after Sydney went to bed. He really wanted to climb up and see the bubbles. Eli was saying his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt; "Uh, Uh" that he grunts when he wants something. I made him say "bubbles" before he could play. 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The highlight of last weekend was taking the day off on Friday to make the trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pekin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, IL. It was a long enough ride that we needed to "entertain" the kids in many ways. Books, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DVD's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and watching trucks (for Elijah, at least) were our biggest helpers. Even Eli got into the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" and "Old McDonald" movies and enjoyed having some time with the DVD player. Sydney, on the other hand, asked "How much longer?" and "Are we almost there?" more than enough times commenting "This is going to take forever." We were all happy to arrive, get out of the car and have some time relaxing in the hotel and visiting with the family. We were lucky enough to have all of the cousins together for the weekend. Jake and Zack are always a hit to be around. (Eli loved the fact that Zack had 'dip' and crawled right onto his lap to share.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sd1sipZltaI/AAAAAAAAAgY/S4aH9GxCzN4/s1600-h/zac.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322529677106328994" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sd1sipZltaI/AAAAAAAAAgY/S4aH9GxCzN4/s320/zac.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sd1siiBrIvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/o2GJjXuPldU/s1600-h/jake.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sd1siiBrIvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/o2GJjXuPldU/s1600-h/jake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322529675126973170" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sd1siiBrIvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/o2GJjXuPldU/s320/jake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We also loved visiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Shelly, Shandra and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sd1tVG-bgoI/AAAAAAAAAgw/-rEM8nFtFMY/s1600-h/cous.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322530544038937218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sd1tVG-bgoI/AAAAAAAAAgw/-rEM8nFtFMY/s320/cous.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;their families, the main purpose of the trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pekin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We had a blast and enjoyed every minute with them. Friday, we hung out at the hotel, celebrated Grandma's birthday, and went swimming. Here are all of the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Knutowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; and great-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; (less Daniel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, though we had to change plans at the last minute, the alternate plan was a true hit. After lunch, we played mini golf and enjoyed the multiple go cart tracks. Sydney was also happy to get to try the kiddie sand buggies. I really hope her ability to attend increases before she's ready to get behind the wheel of a real car. This was a little too close for comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ae399acbc54c7c8e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dae399acbc54c7c8e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5AE1DEAFBD22C7AF95E6EABC9CB2C57C5F638DF4.5834A67189EAA291E95C65EEC8FD4EE1242137A3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dae399acbc54c7c8e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D83vJxU6Aa3qV79PCluOtWcwNYPU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dae399acbc54c7c8e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5AE1DEAFBD22C7AF95E6EABC9CB2C57C5F638DF4.5834A67189EAA291E95C65EEC8FD4EE1242137A3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dae399acbc54c7c8e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D83vJxU6Aa3qV79PCluOtWcwNYPU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that, we went back to Shelly's house to play and eat dinner. Sydney and Elijah loved the beautiful backyard. They spent a lot of time running, but the trampoline was definitely a favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4d12cbc40450263e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d12cbc40450263e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46F79D4DCD853804F2C72CCE7F6F2EEA3D8F4AC8.A0C81284C2DD4073D3F9E853A8074D5659175BA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d12cbc40450263e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFIiq1Lws3bvRMINWrlT3zaPfsNc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d12cbc40450263e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46F79D4DCD853804F2C72CCE7F6F2EEA3D8F4AC8.A0C81284C2DD4073D3F9E853A8074D5659175BA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d12cbc40450263e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFIiq1Lws3bvRMINWrlT3zaPfsNc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Elijah is really learning to jump!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the evening grew on, Sydney &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;eventually&lt;/span&gt; tuckered out on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sd1tr3teYGI/AAAAAAAAAg4/iHRMclshhys/s1600-h/kitty.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322530935078281314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sd1tr3teYGI/AAAAAAAAAg4/iHRMclshhys/s320/kitty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the couch watching Sponge Bob, but since Elijah had a nice nap he wasn't ready to be done playing yet. Kitty, Shelly's cat, was getting lots of attention from Eli. (Poor Kitty!) With Shelly's help, Eli was able to pet him for a little before he ran off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;safety&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had a great weekend and were sad when Sunday came. Sydney really wants to go back to visit again. She had fun spending time with all her cousins and we're all looking forward to seeing everyone again, hopefully soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-1246728295191276624?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4d12cbc40450263e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ae399acbc54c7c8e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/1246728295191276624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=1246728295191276624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1246728295191276624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1246728295191276624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekend-road-trip.html' title='Weekend Road Trip'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sd1tU-lqW3I/AAAAAAAAAgo/NwrbqnXThKQ/s72-c/dvd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-1988901743619291237</id><published>2009-03-28T19:23:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:13:30.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With my spring break coming to an end, I decided to take one last road trip with the kids. We left this morning to head to Nana and Papa's house. We got to town with enough time to say "hello" to the cats and then we met my aunt, uncles and cousins for lunch. By the time we got back, the kids were ready to play...play...play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sc6_-pfnLYI/AAAAAAAAAf4/cN36q7Gpyfs/s1600-h/DSCF5591.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318399292982373762" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sc6_-pfnLYI/AAAAAAAAAf4/cN36q7Gpyfs/s320/DSCF5591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sc6__e6y5tI/AAAAAAAAAgA/cjWdapu4Xq0/s1600-h/P1000133.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318399307323467474" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sc6__e6y5tI/AAAAAAAAAgA/cjWdapu4Xq0/s320/P1000133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some cuddle time with Toby, Syd was ready to play with the doll house. Even though we have two at home that she often plays with, She cannot get enough of &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sc7FCjPPf1I/AAAAAAAAAgI/5mKGCPXYlaQ/s1600-h/P1000135.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318404857580715858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sc7FCjPPf1I/AAAAAAAAAgI/5mKGCPXYlaQ/s320/P1000135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the 'personally-created' one decorated by Nana and Kerri. Syd made Nana play with her for nearly an hour, loving every minute of the undivided attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When Elijah woke from his nap, he was also ready to play. He, too, needed to get his Toby fix. He played with the Little People, cars and trucks, but as soon a he saw a cat he was off chasing it. Toby, being the only one I can catch, ended up being Eli's friend. Petting him just wasn't enough, though. Since he sees Sydney hold him, he wanted to get in on some of that action, too! With a little help from Papa he was able to hold him for a couple of minutes! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318405366972773170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sc7FgM3xczI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/RgKKAaEOzN0/s320/P1000136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The kids are getting ready for bed as I write, but Eli is still hunting for cats! I am sure the kids will be ready for naps when it's time to hit the road tomorrow and I am hoping the snow slows so the ride home is safe. Darn winter weather!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-1988901743619291237?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/1988901743619291237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=1988901743619291237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1988901743619291237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1988901743619291237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/03/kitty-time.html' title='Kitty Time'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sc6_-pfnLYI/AAAAAAAAAf4/cN36q7Gpyfs/s72-c/DSCF5591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-4540407660620149118</id><published>2009-03-26T21:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:48:08.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...and happy. We had a great time, but two nights away is definitely the max that any of us can handle. This morning when we told Sydney we'd be going home, she was looking forward to playing with Lindsay. It made leaving the hotel much easier. We had a busy day when we did get home...some errands, a trip to Sam's for new tires on the car, Woodman's for the 'big' grocery trip and then home for some play time. The weather was fair, but nice enough to get to the park to play before dinner and baths. Sydney was happy to play with Lindsay, but also manipulated the situation in attempt to play with her cats. She knows she can't invite herself to others' houses, so she asked Lindsay to play. Then when they left the park they ended up 'mysteriously' back at Lindsay's. We had a LONG talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;etiquette&lt;/span&gt; AND safety this evening.  She is too smart for her own good and will do anything just to get her own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What am I going to do with this girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Scw57kPT3RI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Gn2fsKmHGp0/s1600-h/DSCF5584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Scw57kPT3RI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Gn2fsKmHGp0/s320/DSCF5584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317688955520670994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The kids REALLY needed baths to get the rest of the chlorine off. When Sydney left the bathroom, she found Benny on the couch. This has become his new favorite place to lay (that stinker) after years of being so good with staying off the furniture. I think he's just getting smart in his old age and no longer wants to lay on the hard, cold floor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eli, on the other hand, loved staying in the tub to play. He kept asking for more toys. When I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Scw28bz2jeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/hXbDWvH78BM/s1600-h/DSCF5588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Scw28bz2jeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/hXbDWvH78BM/s320/DSCF5588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317685671903006178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;threw in the frog finger puppet, he made it hop and said "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rib-bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rib-bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!" just like Syd and I were playing with him last week. I just love to see his little mind work as he's just a sponge at this age. His language is coming along, but you never know what fun thing he's going to do next. He's learning normal routines and starting to imitate us all the time (language and behavior). When he decided he was done, he stood up, tried to open the drain and said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!" (which to us is "Bye-bye water!") Whenever his bath time is done, he loves to curl up in a towel and cuddle. Fortunately he's not picky with his towels, yet... Isn't he a cute little princess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-4540407660620149118?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/4540407660620149118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=4540407660620149118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/4540407660620149118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/4540407660620149118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/03/home.html' title='Home...'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Scw57kPT3RI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Gn2fsKmHGp0/s72-c/DSCF5584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-122893039811711546</id><published>2009-03-25T21:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:51:30.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Water fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our big spring break plan for this year was a couple of nights away at the Wilderness. Sydney is getting to be an old pro with the water park scene, but I was a little nervous with how well Elijah would do. Fortunately, he's gotten much better with hotel sleeping and does so much better than Syd ever did at his age. From the time we arrived yesterday, Syd had big plans for what she would ...and would NOT... do! The 'kiddie' areas and hot tubs are her favorites. The Wilderness has some indoor/outdoor pools and tubs which were a hit for Sydney. The 'big' slides were the one thing she said that she wouldn't do. We did get her to go on a 'family' tube ride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(though anxious in the beginning), but she was also excited to learn she wasn't big enough to go on the one 'scary' one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScrjltakuCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/D4v7mxyetoE/s1600-h/DSCF5582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScrjltakuCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/D4v7mxyetoE/s320/DSCF5582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317312547050010658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScrjltakuCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/D4v7mxyetoE/s1600-h/DSCF5582.JPG"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Scrjl-dohYI/AAAAAAAAAfU/1Cj6FNxVelY/s1600-h/DSCF5583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Scrjl-dohYI/AAAAAAAAAfU/1Cj6FNxVelY/s320/DSCF5583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317312551626245506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was very cute. Once she realized the measurement markers, she was measuring herself at every one she saw, even the ones in the kiddie areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScrnuCjN2SI/AAAAAAAAAfc/bdt7UyYe0u8/s1600-h/DSCF5581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScrnuCjN2SI/AAAAAAAAAfc/bdt7UyYe0u8/s320/DSCF5581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317317088208869666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eli, on the other hand, was more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UNsure&lt;/span&gt; about the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; than sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Last night, I had to carry him around for nearly an hour before he would even try getting in the shallow water. Luckily, he has a big sister he loves and wants to be like, so he did get in the water and eventually tried a little slide. That slide became his favorite. This evening, when we went back to that same area, I think he went down the slide about thirty times. He did SO great that I couldn't resist getting a 'mini-movie' to share! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-98d91e0012da5ad3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D98d91e0012da5ad3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65A8CCE9863ABE2AA8974FAC38BF6054E955601E.9C7143621BF5B544627C59D3CE7814D616B531E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D98d91e0012da5ad3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQHIT52hk8uTkJNuArsf7SGf4oHM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D98d91e0012da5ad3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65A8CCE9863ABE2AA8974FAC38BF6054E955601E.9C7143621BF5B544627C59D3CE7814D616B531E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D98d91e0012da5ad3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQHIT52hk8uTkJNuArsf7SGf4oHM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We've really had a great time. We've done the water parks, mini golf, arcade, play areas, ceramics, wave pools and we've even gotten some sleep! We will have some more play time tomorrow before heading home and I'm sure the kids will be thrilled to get back into the water in the morning...just sad that the pools don't open at 7:00!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-122893039811711546?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=98d91e0012da5ad3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/122893039811711546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=122893039811711546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/122893039811711546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/122893039811711546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/03/water-fun.html' title='Water fun!'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScrjltakuCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/D4v7mxyetoE/s72-c/DSCF5582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-425912139614790969</id><published>2009-03-23T22:53:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:22:26.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Has 'officially' begun. Even though I was home with a sick Eli on Friday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SchZx8f2G3I/AAAAAAAAAec/TBN9dVDlpkc/s1600-h/DSCF5550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SchZx8f2G3I/AAAAAAAAAec/TBN9dVDlpkc/s320/DSCF5550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316598074699029362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today was the first day that I would have been back to work. I had plans of running to the store or getting out to do something, but the kids (or should I say Syd since Elijah is always up for anything!) really wanted to stay home and play. I did get quite a bit of laundry and cleaning done, so it worked fine for me. We started the morning with baths. Then Eli enjoyed watching the workers across the street move stone and pour concrete. He was standing at the window for nearly 15 minutes before moving on to play with Benny. The poor dog really puts up with a lot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SchdW3HeaVI/AAAAAAAAAfE/kpzkxmHpx5g/s1600-h/DSCF5553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SchdW3HeaVI/AAAAAAAAAfE/kpzkxmHpx5g/s320/DSCF5553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316602007444678994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eli's newest thing is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;grabbing his legs or ears and pulling. Both kids do give him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; plenty of love, too, but Benny doesn't always see it that way. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next, it was on to princess magnet play. Of course, neither could get dressed yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I think that is part of the reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syd likes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SchZybEgf4I/AAAAAAAAAek/MTOLNEl6OZ4/s1600-h/DSCF5554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SchZybEgf4I/AAAAAAAAAek/MTOLNEl6OZ4/s320/DSCF5554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316598082905866114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to stay home over going out. She can dress in little (or nothing). Sydney let Elijah play with the magnets as long she had first pick of the princess and the clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After lunch, both kids took naps and I got quite a bit more done. The basement got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vacuumed&lt;/span&gt;, the dishes got cleaned and the floors got scrubbed. Then, before heading out for a night with the girls, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SchdWLBCoXI/AAAAAAAAAe8/nDqlTOCGwPY/s1600-h/DSCF5561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SchdWLBCoXI/AAAAAAAAAe8/nDqlTOCGwPY/s320/DSCF5561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316601995606532466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I started the cookies (though they were just the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-made&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-cut&lt;/span&gt; ones). Elijah decided to try one of the dough balls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the first bite, he said "cold" but it was enough for him to get a taste and there was no stopping him.&lt;br /&gt;I guess he takes after his mom on that one, though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He is starting to talk more. It was just too cute the way he was enjoying the dough. He is his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;commentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. 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Aaron said "goodbye" to apartment living and moved into his first house. We were able to make the trip to Milwaukee to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; help out. I'm not sure how many times Syd asked "Are we there yet?" but we tried to play the typical car games to distract her. Letting her have my sunglasses was a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lso an attempt at distraction. We were glad she was going to the zoo with Grandpa and Grandma. Since Eli had been sick (and still pretty crabby and being a 'Mama's boy') he came along to help with the move. Having him there really caused more work for us, but it still allowed us to help some. Elijah and I left the apartment to head to the house before all the packing was done. While waiting for the trucks, Eli had fun running in the yard and checking out all the rooms. When he came to the living room, he was very interested to see what was out the window. Luckily the box in front of it gave him just enough of a boost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Scbw37jEG0I/AAAAAAAAAd8/MZmYeetbQjA/s1600-h/DSCF5528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Scbw37jEG0I/AAAAAAAAAd8/MZmYeetbQjA/s320/DSCF5528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316201253825682242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Scbw37jEG0I/AAAAAAAAAd8/MZmYeetbQjA/s1600-h/DSCF5528.JPG"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Scbw23vR9wI/AAAAAAAAAd0/skhXtxYJAkE/s1600-h/DSCF5525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Scbw23vR9wI/AAAAAAAAAd0/skhXtxYJAkE/s320/DSCF5525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316201235623311106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Scbwkfy0kkI/AAAAAAAAAds/hAyPuqKKZ4U/s1600-h/DSCF5534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Scbwkfy0kkI/AAAAAAAAAds/hAyPuqKKZ4U/s320/DSCF5534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316200919958065730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; was also glad when the trucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; came. Aaron's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;friends brought their son and that meant someone to run and play with. Ian and Eli were off running while we unloaded the trucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The yard had the perfect amount of hill to run on. Plus, the neighbor had some leaves left over that were GREAT for throwing around and running through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Scb_c0TuwYI/AAAAAAAAAeU/c91B1Sdp8Ec/s1600-h/DSCF5531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Scb_c0TuwYI/AAAAAAAAAeU/c91B1Sdp8Ec/s320/DSCF5531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316217280700268930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything got moved in pretty quickly which meant more exploring for Eli. After a very messy diaper (and outfit, too), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScbwTxlU5mI/AAAAAAAAAdk/QN83ybsrgf0/s1600-h/DSCF5538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScbwTxlU5mI/AAAAAAAAAdk/QN83ybsrgf0/s320/DSCF5538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316200632675526242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he was ready to explore...naked. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get too far before I got a clean diaper on him but then he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;found the bed. Not quite looking like ours yet, but still a good place to run and jump!! Since we were down one outfit and&lt;/span&gt; nearing nap time, we decided to hit the road and went to pick up Syd from the zoo. She, too, was exhausted and so sad that she wasn't going to be able to go see Aaron as we had originally thought. Fortunately, she fell asleep in about ten minutes (and slept so soundly that she never even woke while Elijah screamed for 45 minutes of the drive) and woke up in Cross Plains in much better spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another great day. Sydney started the day off playing downstairs. She told me there was going to be a pet show, so I needed to find an animal and get it ready. Here's Syd with our pets for the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Scbxjuo5l4I/AAAAAAAAAeE/_J65uEORlPE/s1600-h/DSCF5543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Scbxjuo5l4I/AAAAAAAAAeE/_J65uEORlPE/s320/DSCF5543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316202006274742146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so happy that she even let Eli play with us (something she is still not very good at), but not without having an animal. He really got into it but I really think he just liked the fact that he was able to play with Syd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScbxkEhChII/AAAAAAAAAeM/kEONPCIyIaQ/s1600-h/DSCF5547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScbxkEhChII/AAAAAAAAAeM/kEONPCIyIaQ/s320/DSCF5547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316202012147352706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here he is with his award winning dog =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the pet show ribbons were awarded, it was off to Florida and then Africa. We even had to put on the swim suits for the beach. I'm so glad she has such an imagination, but I just wish it didn't create so much laundry! The weather was great, so the inside play only lasted until 10:00. Then it was time for bikes to the park and play time with the neighbor. Sydney loves going to Lindsay's because she has kittens to play with. They always have to hit both houses in a day's time, so we finally got her home before dinner. Elijah woke from his nap seeming much better. We had a 'no poop' day which is a HUGE positive. Hopefully we will have a healthy spring break week after all. Everyone was exhausted after our busy day, and I'm enjoying the nice, quiet house now that they are all asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScbxkEhChII/AAAAAAAAAeM/kEONPCIyIaQ/s1600-h/DSCF5547.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-7358568735796120125?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/7358568735796120125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=7358568735796120125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/7358568735796120125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/7358568735796120125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-day-for-uncle.html' title='Big day for Uncle A'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScbwD_-g4MI/AAAAAAAAAdc/oa9bBxFxfeA/s72-c/DSCF5522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-5278837528281706170</id><published>2009-03-20T22:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:09:07.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Leprechauns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sharing these pictures a little late...between the beautiful weather earlier this week and report cards at school, I haven't had much time to update pictures and posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScRlOBZJ-bI/AAAAAAAAAdM/6H8IBw69p6c/s1600-h/DSCF5520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScRlOBZJ-bI/AAAAAAAAAdM/6H8IBw69p6c/s320/DSCF5520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315484751770548658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScRlOBZJ-bI/AAAAAAAAAdM/6H8IBw69p6c/s1600-h/DSCF5520.JPG"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScRlObPCu9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/xVyzC-mQhrA/s1600-h/DSCF5521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScRlObPCu9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/xVyzC-mQhrA/s320/DSCF5521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315484758707452882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sydney and Elijah were all dressed in green for St Patty's Day on Tuesday. I'm not sure if Syd was more excited about the special 'green day' or being able to wear short sleeves and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;capris&lt;/span&gt;. Eli, on the other hand, was just excited he found George, his favorite, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;snugly&lt;/span&gt; animal. (It's actually Syd's, but even though she rarely plays with it she tries to hide it from him any time she can!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-5278837528281706170?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/5278837528281706170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=5278837528281706170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/5278837528281706170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/5278837528281706170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-leprechauns.html' title='Little Leprechauns'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScRlOBZJ-bI/AAAAAAAAAdM/6H8IBw69p6c/s72-c/DSCF5520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-750474937381362078</id><published>2009-03-17T20:23:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:47:02.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, a little behind in posting, but some highlights from the weekend that had to be shared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney had been wanting to 'be a ballerina' for some time, so I finally signed her up for a cl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ass through the Rec Dept. For the final class, the teacher had the girls perform on stage. I was a short but very cute little show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScBPIXUcuaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/GUoVRi4PbRc/s1600-h/bal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314334565414517154" style="width: 187px; height: 280px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScBPIXUcuaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/GUoVRi4PbRc/s320/bal.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScBPIFZKkDI/AAAAAAAAAc8/9mzjsDtmLHY/s1600-h/bal1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314334560602460210" style="width: 186px; height: 279px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScBPIFZKkDI/AAAAAAAAAc8/9mzjsDtmLHY/s320/bal1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sydney did pretty well, but shared that she'd like to be done with ballet. When I asked if she wanted to take another class, she said "Maybe when I am 6 or 7 or 8, but not now, Mom!" This may be her one and only dance class, but either way it was fun to watch. Seeing the pictures, it looks like she could have a future in dance. I think that may be the camera just caught her at her best and we can forget the moments when she was just running around and actually ran right off the stage! =) We'll see. Only time will tell!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScBOIpKrC5I/AAAAAAAAAc0/NzyLDugYcV4/s1600-h/Skej.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314333470693723026" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 214px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScBOIpKrC5I/AAAAAAAAAc0/NzyLDugYcV4/s320/Skej.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sydney was the most excited about having an audience for the show. She was happy to know that Nana, Papa, Kerri, Aaron, Grandpa, and Grandma were coming. You'd have thought she had a lead part or was the "star" of the show with all of her flowers by the end of the performance! *In our eyes, she was.* Elijah didn't care about the show nearly as much as the stairs leading to the stage. He was just happy when he could finally climb up them and run around on the stage, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the 'fancy' costume was returned, Syd was hap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScBOIM5sCNI/AAAAAAAAAcs/L0UAF9th7pY/s1600-h/bunny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314333463106291922" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScBOIM5sCNI/AAAAAAAAAcs/L0UAF9th7pY/s320/bunny.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;py&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to have all eyes on her again. Nana and Kerri brought some bunny ears to play with and she posed for one last shot on her way out. She is a cute little bunny! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The party continued at our house. We were glad everyone could come for lunch and some "play time." Kerri made a cake to help celebrate Eli's 1/2 birthday. We pointed out to him that the cake had balloons on it, but the funny thing is that when he wanted some leftover cake later in the day, he kept asking for "balloons!" and pointing at the cake. Yet again, the frosting was a hit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScBNeacOzOI/AAAAAAAAAck/cfCsOo6XY6g/s1600-h/aarwieli.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314332745186331874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScBNeacOzOI/AAAAAAAAAck/cfCsOo6XY6g/s320/aarwieli.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is the "birthday boy" posing with Uncle Aaron!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-750474937381362078?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/750474937381362078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=750474937381362078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/750474937381362078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/750474937381362078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/03/dance-recital-weekend.html' title='Dance Recital'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/ScBPIXUcuaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/GUoVRi4PbRc/s72-c/bal.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-4867794368912044264</id><published>2009-03-12T22:30:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:11:02.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Half" Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was a special day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was Eli's &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1/2&lt;/span&gt; birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbnUTXSzCqI/AAAAAAAAAcU/8JlfVrr2DuY/s1600-h/DSCF5511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312510664595671714" style="width: 213px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbnUTXSzCqI/AAAAAAAAAcU/8JlfVrr2DuY/s320/DSCF5511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so hard to believe that 18 months have passed. Elijah is really becoming a little boy...What happened to my baby? Since we had a busy night and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; none of us needed extra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sugar, Eli enjoyed a graham cracker with frosting before bed to celebrate his special day. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOVED it...no cake needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbnUS47XpII/AAAAAAAAAcM/eqJaLDCaBPM/s1600-h/DSCF5510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312510656444343426" style="width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbnUS47XpII/AAAAAAAAAcM/eqJaLDCaBPM/s320/DSCF5510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was waiting for his snack, he also enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ed playing with a "stress" ball. He loves to take it apart (though it is just intended for squeezing!) It can occupy him and keep him contained for nearly 20 minutes sometimes. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbnTnttRqFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/QD3AYbUs51M/s1600-h/DSCF5507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312509914698066002" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 214px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbnTnttRqFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/QD3AYbUs51M/s320/DSCF5507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another highlight of our day was a visit to the hospital. Our friends welcomed Trayden into the world on Tuesday. Sydney LOVES the hospital and has been looking forward to seeing the baby for quite a while. He is doing great and is such a sweet little bundle. She's bummed that he's not a girl, but she had fun visiting either way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-4867794368912044264?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/4867794368912044264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=4867794368912044264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/4867794368912044264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/4867794368912044264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/03/half-birthday.html' title='&quot;Half&quot; Birthday'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbnUTXSzCqI/AAAAAAAAAcU/8JlfVrr2DuY/s72-c/DSCF5511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-1791333060883170155</id><published>2009-03-10T20:43:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:49:25.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'Pesty' Lil Bro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Elijah LOVES his sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much. He wants to do everything that she does. This evening, we ran some errands. While at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;REI&lt;/span&gt;, he just followed Sydney everywhere. (They especially love the tents on display!) When we got home and ate dinner, he followed her right to the table and sat down with her. As we finished and I mentioned it was bath time Eli jumped up and started running right away when Syd said, "Let's go!" While I was reading books, Eli kept jumping on us, trying to play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbcYgyRe8dI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Vb8k1nQw6RY/s1600-h/whr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbcYgyRe8dI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Vb8k1nQw6RY/s320/whr.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311741237036773842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sydney was getting a little frustrated with him, so Ron took Eli out to the living room. When it was then 'his turn' to read, Ron took Syd to her room to finish reading. Sydney now insists that we read with her door shut so Eli can't come in. When they closed the door, Elijah first started to cry, but then tried to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;peek in to find Syd. It is so cute. He lays in the hallway trying to look under the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I am not looking forward to him outgrowing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;innocence&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbcX2_Cq95I/AAAAAAAAAb0/7ebY4M4Vi60/s1600-h/DSCF5503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbcX2_Cq95I/AAAAAAAAAb0/7ebY4M4Vi60/s320/DSCF5503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311740518909802386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's getting too big, too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some dancing and playing with Mom, Eli forgot about his big sis. He did continue to want to play with the camera, though. I couldn't resist a few self-portraits with my little man. This one is my favorite! That little smile just melts me every time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-1791333060883170155?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/1791333060883170155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=1791333060883170155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1791333060883170155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1791333060883170155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/03/pesty-lil-bro.html' title='The &apos;Pesty&apos; Lil Bro'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbcYgyRe8dI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Vb8k1nQw6RY/s72-c/whr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-8290026039352783716</id><published>2009-03-09T19:57:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:39:20.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playdate...for the adults, too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbW7wM98efI/AAAAAAAAAak/6EyiQOkTD6M/s1600-h/DSCF5480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbW7wM98efI/AAAAAAAAAak/6EyiQOkTD6M/s320/DSCF5480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311357772342524402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were happy to be able to have some friends over for dinner this weekend. It was so rainy and yucky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt; that the kids really needed some play time. Eli was not in the mood for napping. He decided, instead, to help me in the kitchen. He has really developed a love for being independent and washing his own hands. Unfortunately he isn't big enough to reach the sink, but fortunately he is a problem solver. Not the safest option, but he's trying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our night with friends was a HUGE hit for the kids and fun for us. They played long and hard while we spent some time talking and catching up. I have been friends with Glen since grade school, Jenny since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;, and Renee and Tony since my first year teaching. It's great to have everyone living in Cross Plains and even better that the kids get along so well. The age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; difference between Tyler, Mahala and Sydney is only about six months and between Zach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eli, only two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbW8JDha_tI/AAAAAAAAAas/HbwtXGUrYgE/s1600-h/DSCF5485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbW8JDha_tI/AAAAAAAAAas/HbwtXGUrYgE/s320/DSCF5485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311358199303700178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbW8JkX8iZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/pDFwtSQemwY/s1600-h/DSCF5486.JPG"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbW8JkX8iZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/pDFwtSQemwY/s1600-h/DSCF5486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbW8JkX8iZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/pDFwtSQemwY/s320/DSCF5486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311358208122325394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hours of chasing, hide and seek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; bounce house and tackling, the kids were wiped out (and Benny, too, since there was a lot of ball play!) but sad the play date had to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, Sydney woke with a belly ache. I figured she was just hungry, so I went to make her eggs, sausage and a bagel. When I brought it to her in bed, where she was watching cartoons, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she started to throw up. I didn't think my cooking was that bad =) Eli, on the other hand, loved the sausage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbW9frCb_hI/AAAAAAAAAa8/0vc6Gw1gs1M/s1600-h/DSCF5492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbW9frCb_hI/AAAAAAAAAa8/0vc6Gw1gs1M/s320/DSCF5492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311359687379910162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbW9gNCkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAbE/2GkIGNJdUkE/s1600-h/DSCF5493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbW9gNCkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAbE/2GkIGNJdUkE/s320/DSCF5493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311359696507266930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbW9gNCkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAbE/2GkIGNJdUkE/s1600-h/DSCF5493.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...though it was mostly because I let him have ketchup with it while eating at the picnic table we moved inside for dinner Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbW9frCb_hI/AAAAAAAAAa8/0vc6Gw1gs1M/s1600-h/DSCF5492.JPG"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbW-hlXbpoI/AAAAAAAAAbM/CemI8qvShLo/s1600-h/DSCF5491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbW-hlXbpoI/AAAAAAAAAbM/CemI8qvShLo/s320/DSCF5491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311360819728721538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luckily Syd's flu bug ended up only lasting 24 hours. It was a long day yesterday for her but after relaxing today and easing back into eating, she was ready to get up and out by this evening. Our original plan was to get out for a little walk, but Sydney decided she wanted to try her new bike outside for the first time. (We've had it in the basement for a few weeks, waiting for warmer weather!) Off she went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbW_isJOc-I/AAAAAAAAAbU/9tPrdPNVfvg/s1600-h/DSCF5497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbW_isJOc-I/AAAAAAAAAbU/9tPrdPNVfvg/s320/DSCF5497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311361938239681506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbW_isJOc-I/AAAAAAAAAbU/9tPrdPNVfvg/s1600-h/DSCF5497.JPG"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbW_ixxdRQI/AAAAAAAAAbc/o8ejl1cTyoY/s1600-h/DSCF5495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbW_ixxdRQI/AAAAAAAAAbc/o8ejl1cTyoY/s320/DSCF5495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311361939750601986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbXAdJh9eVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ZNdAsPjVKDo/s1600-h/DSCF5496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbXAdJh9eVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ZNdAsPjVKDo/s320/DSCF5496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311362942560467282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The warmer weather has been great. Now, I'm just looking forward to more of it! I think we all are. I can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-8290026039352783716?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/8290026039352783716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=8290026039352783716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/8290026039352783716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/8290026039352783716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-were-happy-to-be-able-to-have-some.html' title='Playdate...for the adults, too!'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SbW7wM98efI/AAAAAAAAAak/6EyiQOkTD6M/s72-c/DSCF5480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-112266024667329050</id><published>2009-03-03T20:37:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:35:52.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>At it again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The weekend was a success on all fronts. We got to see Aaron, cleaned the house a little when returning home, Kerri got to spend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sydne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;y on Sunday and Nana got to spoil Sydney on when she brought her back home. Since the beginning of January when Build-a-Bear started to advertise their 'new releases' Sydney has had her eyes set on the pink, flowered bear. I've had to tell her over and over again that we don't buy bears &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; there is a new one available. However, Nana couldn't resist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sa3puw9FI3I/AAAAAAAAAaM/hgIPrfnLBiw/s1600-h/syd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309156525364028274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sa3puw9FI3I/AAAAAAAAAaM/hgIPrfnLBiw/s320/syd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is Syd, at it AGAIN, stuffing Gracie, her newest addition. What more could she ask for?? Sunday was spent with Kerri; shopping trip, Hotel for Dogs at the movie theater, dress up with her new outfits, and a dinner of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;spaetzle&lt;/span&gt;...Syd's favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After having last weekend a&lt;/span&gt;way with girlfriends in Ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;icago&lt;/span&gt; and having a little break this weekend, I've realized that I really enjoy the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kidd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;os&lt;/span&gt; more after the 'breaks.' I loved having Sydney back home and have had much more patience for her! I really think it helped having Nana for the night, as well. I got my hair colored while she entertained them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sa3qSKvmUMI/AAAAAAAAAac/Bg58BzS3HHk/s1600-h/nana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309157133582225602" style="width: 242px; height: 242px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sa3qSKvmUMI/AAAAAAAAAac/Bg58BzS3HHk/s320/nana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sa3qRilTE5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/hIcXNafYqN8/s1600-h/eli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309157122801603474" style="width: 242px; height: 242px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sa3qRilTE5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/hIcXNafYqN8/s320/eli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Elijah is still a 'full-time job,' though. This is where we found him yesterday evening after my hair was rinsed. Today, I had the added bonus of coming home fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;m work to a cleaned house and a week's worth of home-cooked meals in the fridge. I've realized the answer to all my problems...I need a personal cook and house cleaner. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-112266024667329050?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/112266024667329050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=112266024667329050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/112266024667329050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/112266024667329050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-it-again.html' title='At it again...'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sa3puw9FI3I/AAAAAAAAAaM/hgIPrfnLBiw/s72-c/syd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-3083326390640173793</id><published>2009-03-01T19:40:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:43:50.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sydney was glad to learn it was the weekend. Though she enjoys going to Brenda's and Renee's, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sas5gK66WkI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YEbNAvW_fe8/s1600-h/DSCF5470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308399810636307010" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sas5gK66WkI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YEbNAvW_fe8/s320/DSCF5470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she loves having some fun and special things planned on the weekends. After her shower, we packed and got ready for ballet. Getting frustrated with her crabby attitude yesterday morning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had to take a picture of her when she was actually in a good mood and being helpful. I really love the fact that S&lt;/span&gt;yd enjoys spending time at her desk coloring, writing, and creating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting through the morning was a challenge, but the afternoon made it well worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sas5tkVQIhI/AAAAAAAAAZk/bkDNTR9VPdY/s1600-h/DSC04980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308400040795972114" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sas5tkVQIhI/AAAAAAAAAZk/bkDNTR9VPdY/s320/DSC04980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; After ballet, we headed to Milwaukee to visit with Uncle Aaron and Kate. Sydney was a little nervous as we were on our way to the skating rink, but by the end of her first time ice skating she was very excited about trying to skate without hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on! (She made it a few feet on her own!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After skating, Sydney was so excited to head to Kate's apartment for dinner. I joked with Aaron that he just didn't want the mess of the family at his place, but he blamed it on Chase, Kate's dog, who needed to be let out. Either way, we w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ere very happy to finally meet the little guy. Eli would have really like to get his hands on him more, but Chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; did a great job avoiding the little monster =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sas59lxxRhI/AAAAAAAAAZs/5mc4iPFKY40/s1600-h/DSCF5473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308400316061926930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sas59lxxRhI/AAAAAAAAAZs/5mc4iPFKY40/s320/DSCF5473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He didn't really 'enjoy' Sydney, but he tolerated her. By the end of the night Chase was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sas6KmcpK4I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/By1VB_8hHz8/s1600-h/DSC04986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308400539580050306" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sas6KmcpK4I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/By1VB_8hHz8/s320/DSC04986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;playing with Sydney, though it was mostly to get the treats in the ball Syd was carrying. Sydney enjoyed jumping on Kate's bed and running around the apartment, and I'm sure Kate and Aaron were glad when we were finally gone for the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we headed back to Cross Plains on Saturday, Sydney headed to West Bend to have some time with Auntie Kerri. Syd ALWAYS looks forward to time away without us, but I think Eli enjoyed the time h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e was able to get with us...and Syd's toys...without being her bossing him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aroun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sas6jGk2tPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/-c_NV6Zafvg/s1600-h/DSCF5475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308400960521286898" style="width: 183px; height: 247px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sas6jGk2tPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/-c_NV6Zafvg/s320/DSCF5475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sas6jWs9J8I/AAAAAAAAAaE/kpxkVveux7k/s1600-h/DSCF5479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308400964850231234" style="width: 186px; height: 247px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sas6jWs9J8I/AAAAAAAAAaE/kpxkVveux7k/s320/DSCF5479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Around noon, after playing for nearly six hours (Elijah doesn't yet understand that weekends are for sleeping in) we were in Syd's room putting away laundry. Eli wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s just too cute when he crawled up onto her bed and started searching in the blankets. The cutest was when he pulled the sheet up even higher and said "ed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; go?" which is his way of asking "where did she go?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-3083326390640173793?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/3083326390640173793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=3083326390640173793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/3083326390640173793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/3083326390640173793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-away.html' title='Time away'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/Sas5gK66WkI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YEbNAvW_fe8/s72-c/DSCF5470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-1686453389475048201</id><published>2009-02-25T21:57:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:08:58.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy, Messier, Messiest??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just when I think the kiddos are getting old enough to be a little more helpful around the house, they both prove me wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Elijah's independence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; is great at times, but other times it can really cause me more work. He is getting very goo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;d at getting and bringing diapers when needing to be changed, putting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rbage&lt;/span&gt; in the trash can and picking out his own snacks. On Friday morning, though, getting his own snack wasn't all that successful (or healthy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SaYUtdrY8mI/AAAAAAAAAYc/gOpfjLkPqyM/s1600-h/DSCF5450.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SaYUtdrY8mI/AAAAAAAAAYc/gOpfjLkPqyM/s1600-h/DSCF5450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SaYUtdrY8mI/AAAAAAAAAYc/gOpfjLkPqyM/s320/DSCF5450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306951982195995234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SaYUtdrY8mI/AAAAAAAAAYc/gOpfjLkPqyM/s1600-h/DSCF5450.JPG"&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SaYUtr6Ex2I/AAAAAAAAAYk/BfjNnbXMsd8/s1600-h/DSCF5465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SaYUtr6Ex2I/AAAAAAAAAYk/BfjNnbXMsd8/s320/DSCF5465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306951986015684450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Syd also 'tries' to help...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; only when she feels like it. Dishes looked like a fun way to help, so she got her step stool and rubber gloves. She did great helping with some smaller items, but I needed to leave the room for a minute and I let her continue to 'play.' When I returned, the gloves were in the sink, Sydney was soaking wet and there was water running down into the cupboard and all over the floor! The funny thing about the whole experience is that I was very similar when I was little. My granny used to c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;all us "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zudlers&lt;/span&gt;" when we played in her dish water. I remember being called that often =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner time can  get pretty interesting in our household. After work, it's like a mad rush... picking up the kids, getting them home just in time for them to decide they are 'starving', trying to make a healthy dinner that everyone will enjoy and keeping Elijah entertained while I throw something together. Last night, he was occupied with the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kleenex&lt;/span&gt; box. He actually emptied the box and re-stuffed it about three times, giving me the time I needed to complete dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SaYVVAx1p2I/AAAAAAAAAYs/1mh59kMKFj4/s1600-h/DSCF5462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SaYVVAx1p2I/AAAAAAAAAYs/1mh59kMKFj4/s320/DSCF5462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306952661633181538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That brings us back to breakfast, Eli has become quite a picky eater which is very frustrating for me. It's hard to find something that he likes and that he can feed to himself while we finish getting ready for work. The 'independent Eli' loves yogurt and apple sauce BUT without help, thus creating a huge mess and causing us to take three steps backward in terms of getting ready to leave. Today, I tried to give Elijah french toast sticks (which he loved a couple of weeks ago). He refused to eat them, so I left them on the table and went to finish gathering my junk for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SaYVVADtMRI/AAAAAAAAAY0/StN-rYre2iY/s1600-h/DSCF5467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SaYVVADtMRI/AAAAAAAAAY0/StN-rYre2iY/s320/DSCF5467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306952661439688978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is how I found him when I came to kiss him on my way out. The picture doesn't show the whole mess, but it was quite classic and I needed to share. Eli just loves to dip things when eating...graham crackers and donuts in milk, veggies and chips in dip, just about anything in ketchup...you get the picture. So, Elijah decided he could eat the french toast sticks, but not without dipping them in Syd's water cup that had been left on the table last night. As you can image, the water ended up on the table, chair, his pants, etc. What ever would I do if I didn't need to CONSTANTLY clean??? Maybe someday I will find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-1686453389475048201?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/1686453389475048201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=1686453389475048201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1686453389475048201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/1686453389475048201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/02/messy-messier-messiest.html' title='Messy, Messier, Messiest??'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SaYUtdrY8mI/AAAAAAAAAYc/gOpfjLkPqyM/s72-c/DSCF5450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-2480340823629466393</id><published>2009-02-15T20:10:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:47:42.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Valentines!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sydney took time on Friday to remind me to 'stop to smell the flowers'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SZjNDrHNvEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/s0CrGwyFz54/s1600-h/DSCF5422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303214024225045570" style="width: 330px; height: 248px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SZjNDrHNvEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/s0CrGwyFz54/s320/DSCF5422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SZjND72uxII/AAAAAAAAAX8/PU9fdL9WLJM/s1600-h/DSCF5424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303214028719309954" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SZjND72uxII/AAAAAAAAAX8/PU9fdL9WLJM/s320/DSCF5424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was quite sweet. I really got a laugh out of the pollen all over her nose and forehead! The flow&lt;/span&gt;ers were from mom and dad last weekend for my birthday, but they've only gotten more beautiful as the week has progressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday evening, Sydney was so excited to be able to go to the carnival at Park School in town. She probably would have enjoyed herself either way, but the 'bonus' was that &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she got to go with Brenda and some friends, instead of with us. We got to go out for fish with Andy and Robin before needing to get her. When we arrived, she w&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ouldn't eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;n come home with us. Brenda had to bring her home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Elijah had a great time running around and Syd had a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the kiddos were excited to get their special Valentines in the morning! It amazes me how entertained they can be with the 'dollar items' from Target. Sydney got gel pens which kept her busy for quite some time this weekend, but Eli loved his farm animals and wind-up, jumping frog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8c6825eef2f0463c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8c6825eef2f0463c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2BA49BE4FE46E9DAF21C8B72A17C1CD75E9F5385.67B5D33879508E83FC5CB7A74837E573707AD828%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8c6825eef2f0463c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcUC-edouHUfDNq6jNLNL0HdYxxU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8c6825eef2f0463c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2BA49BE4FE46E9DAF21C8B72A17C1CD75E9F5385.67B5D33879508E83FC5CB7A74837E573707AD828%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8c6825eef2f0463c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcUC-edouHUfDNq6jNLNL0HdYxxU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After ballet and lunch, Sydney was excited to have a visit from our neighbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SZjNbxhK0GI/AAAAAAAAAYE/N681lpeAE0I/s1600-h/DSCF5433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303214438261379170" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SZjNbxhK0GI/AAAAAAAAAYE/N681lpeAE0I/s320/DSCF5433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lindsay came to deliver a Valentine and birthday invite, but was also able to play for a while. The girls get along so well and always end up as 'princesses' at some point. Good thing we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOO&lt;/span&gt; many fun dress up clothes. Since there is only one Cinderella, they agreed to be the 'step-sisters' but were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt; either way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Valentine gift was to get out for a night of skiing. The best part was the enjoyment of having my first time skiing with Syd. Grandpa and Grandma stayed home with Eli as we had fun on the slopes. Sydney is a great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;skier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; already, but actually made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SZjaVHtdvZI/AAAAAAAAAYM/wd3VFQs0RGE/s1600-h/DSCF5441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SZjaVHtdvZI/AAAAAAAAAYM/wd3VFQs0RGE/s320/DSCF5441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303228617610608018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me nervous at how fast she goes. There were a few times I thought she was going to crash into people, but then turn at the last minute. A dinner of hot dogs wasn't the most romantic, but it was enough for me! Here is a shot of Syd while we ate dinner and warmed up in the lodge. We definitely need to get her some new goggles, but this picture was my favorite from the night out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SZjbWAc_ooI/AAAAAAAAAYU/axwSEff5Y9g/s1600-h/DSCF5447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SZjbWAc_ooI/AAAAAAAAAYU/axwSEff5Y9g/s320/DSCF5447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303229732353974914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, we were able to spend time cleaning, relaxing and playing outside. Unfortunately, though, we were not able to make the trip to West Bend to celebrate Nana's birthday. It just ends up being too much to do it all in one day. Instead, Nana had to settle for a special phone call from the kids. Here is Syd's greeting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-13d2a574f80a1c5d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D13d2a574f80a1c5d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24F840680EA3367850565AFB324DF640A2641A2D.448FC4EA190260FF52CCE263124C211673090282%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D13d2a574f80a1c5d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3MSYgmI-ACqN-plfqWfKSe_GMXo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D13d2a574f80a1c5d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24F840680EA3367850565AFB324DF640A2641A2D.448FC4EA190260FF52CCE263124C211673090282%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D13d2a574f80a1c5d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3MSYgmI-ACqN-plfqWfKSe_GMXo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eli 'talked' too, but his message to Nana wasn't quite as clear =) Happy Birthday, MOM! Sorry we couldn't be there. Love and miss you!!! xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-2480340823629466393?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=13d2a574f80a1c5d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8c6825eef2f0463c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/2480340823629466393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=2480340823629466393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/2480340823629466393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/2480340823629466393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-valentines.html' title='Sweet Valentines!'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SZjNDrHNvEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/s0CrGwyFz54/s72-c/DSCF5422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-9161694488486941686</id><published>2009-02-10T19:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:41:23.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meltdown...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...FINALLY!!! We really enjoyed the warmer weather&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SZIwuSV7GfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/hLZjCpveqJc/s1600-h/DSCF5415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301353283124402674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SZIwuSV7GfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/hLZjCpveqJc/s320/DSCF5415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to start out this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. With the rain yesterday, it was a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;great night for swim lessons. It got us out, Syd active and not cooped up inside! The highlight of Syd's last two lessons for me was seeing her reaction when 'boy teachers' joined her regular female instructor. She swam great with them but she had to comment on it right when she got out of the water, "Mom, he actually wasn't so bad. The boy was really nice!" and again this week, "Another nice boy and I did good with him!" We'll see how long she keeps her attitude toward 'boys.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now that some of the snow is gone, it is so much easier walking the streets and getting to the parks. We got her bike out for the first time tonight, and even rode without hat and mittens. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301352859039031794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SZIwVmgF4fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/hZsWT0NObtg/s320/DSCF5420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I also attempted to clean the yard of some of Benny's 'land mines', but Eli remembered how to get to the park. He stayed with me for about three minutes, but after lots of 'talking' and pointing at Syd who was already playing, he also too decided it was safe for him to go.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301352855474236738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SZIwVZOLbUI/AAAAAAAAAXc/EXeNTV7ec7c/s320/DSCF5416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Playing at the park ended up being much more rewarding than poop duty, anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827638884771138128-9161694488486941686?l=knutowski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/feeds/9161694488486941686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827638884771138128&amp;postID=9161694488486941686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/9161694488486941686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827638884771138128/posts/default/9161694488486941686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutowski.blogspot.com/2009/02/meltdown.html' title='The Meltdown...'/><author><name>Christy Knutowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197971356449736780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SSIj9YzdLDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CL50Vke1N68/S220/ck.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SZIwuSV7GfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/hLZjCpveqJc/s72-c/DSCF5415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827638884771138128.post-8290967460455748919</id><published>2009-02-08T14:40:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:37:42.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The birthday 'weekend'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SY9DkhnC5gI/AAAAAAAAAWM/v40cFw2lvGI/s1600-h/DSC04935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300529581214852610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SY9DkhnC5gI/AAAAAAAAAWM/v40cFw2lvGI/s320/DSC04935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Friday was my birthday and it was a great day.&lt;/span&gt; After work, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kerri came to visit. The kids were so excited to see her with me when I got to Renee's to pick them up. We went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Gritty for the traditional Madison birthday celebration. I love the happy hour they have, so our meal consisted of appetizers. Cheese nuggets and mini corn dogs were perfect for the kiddos and we enjoyed nachos and mini burgers. For dessert, we headed home to enjoy some birthday treats. The kids made a banana bread with Renee and I had left over rice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;krispee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; squares and cookies from work. The banana bread made the perfect cake (since all that was needed was somewhere to put the candles.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300529884713873186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SY9D2MO2byI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Zs6S7MuaHWQ/s320/DSC04937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300529890433755618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SY9D2hik6eI/AAAAAAAAAWc/jsLlm24_sU4/s320/DSC04939.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The kids had fun helping me blow out the candles and open presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The celebration continued &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SY9GzaTDg4I/AAAAAAAAAW8/jG99YSWkctc/s1600-h/DSC04942.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300533135484879746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SY9GzaTDg4I/AAAAAAAAAW8/jG99YSWkctc/s320/DSC04942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to Saturday morning. Ron made us pancakes for breakfast, with Eli's help! After breakfast, we had some time to get ready for ballet. Sydney was pretty excited about dancing, especially since Nana and Papa were coming to meet us to watch her lesson. Sydney did pretty well for it only being her second class. I was lucky enough to get a video clip of her in action. She still needs practice to increase her balance and coordination, but notice...of the three girls on the video clip, none of them are perfectly on cue! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;=) Enjoy the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-988427ffa95ec301" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D988427ffa95ec301%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CFE568BEA4CFD1FF94999BAD46420F6DC4B12E7.6D23C12C5F8EC983F39BA2D800AB8B78467396FC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D988427ffa95ec301%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dh1jS-MpnjBbYN0baQ4D__hd76aE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D988427ffa95ec301%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703193%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CFE568BEA4CFD1FF94999BAD46420F6DC4B12E7.6D23C12C5F8EC983F39BA2D800AB8B78467396FC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D988427ffa95ec301%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dh1jS-MpnjBbYN0baQ4D__hd76aE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SY9EuOZkNqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KgO-eIpdWTQ/s1600-h/P1000029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300530847368361634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SY9EuOZkNqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KgO-eIpdWTQ/s200/P1000029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night was our 'annual night out.' Ron's work party is the one night every year that we actually get dressed up for a night out. I realized while I was putting on nylons that I hadn't done so since last February. Sydney even had to ask what nylons were! Sydney was impressed, though, that there were hot rollers and make-up out and she needed to get in on the fun. I just love this shot. Too bad the make up looks her look like a scary wrestler rather than the princess she would like to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SY9FKkBOclI/AAAAAAAAAW0/cc98dnorV5M/s1600-h/P1000030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300531334208189010" style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SY9FKkBOclI/AAAAAAAAAW0/cc98dnorV5M/s320/P1000030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had a great night out, enjoying dinner, casino night and dancing. This was the first time in years that we made it to the end of the party. Thanks to Nana and Papa having 'kid duty' we got to sleep in, making for a pleasant morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SY9LNDm_MEI/AAAAAAAAAXM/GdWXaU-3pLU/s1600-h/e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300537974117576770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SY9LNDm_MEI/AAAAAAAAAXM/GdWXaU-3pLU/s320/e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SY9LM4uAdNI/AAAAAAAAAXE/QMzWvnbAUoA/s1600-h/P1000033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300537971194229970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SY9LM4uAdNI/AAAAAAAAAXE/QMzWvnbAUoA/s320/P1000033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had some play time inside this morning and were able to spend some time with Nana to celebrate her birthday with us since we won't see her next weekend for her special day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300539075238006962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbOUuxGFZ7c/SY9MNJmjkLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/frPsEit1FBw/s320/nse.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;More cake and goodies meant that we NEEDED to get out and get some exercise. Being a beautiful weekend weather-wise also added the the weekend. We were able to get out for a walk and enjoy the sunshine. 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